We’re beating the heat today by swimming at my friend Sherry’s house. It’s been a perfect way to spend a blistering hot afternoon.
27 Jun
39 weeks
Despite triple-digit heat indices, all is well in what has to be the home stretch. One way or another, there will be a new baby sometime in the next couple of weeks!
26 Jun
A family affair
We celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary today by taking the kids out to our favorite restaurant. We are looking forward to doing it again, perhaps for our 26th. We’ve had an great year—maybe one of the best, which I suppose is a good way to go about this marriage thing. I am quite fortunate to be wedded to such an incredible guy!
25 Jun
Overheard
All day Sunday, Olivia asked me to cut the tag from the haunch of a stuffed white rabbit. This isn’t a new find, but this bunny has become increasingly popular with Liv lately—he even joined us at a matinee showing of Brave on Saturday.
Olivia had to remind me of this task a few times over the course of the day, and when I finally obliged, I pulled out the scissors and asked her hand me her bunny. She turned him over to me, shielded her eyes, and yelled:
“I CAN’T WATCH.”
Thankfully, the bunny made it.
22 Jun
Most favorite parent status
I might not be the parent who buys Lucky Charms (or SERVES IT FOR DINNER…), but I’m not above a bit of pandering with an early pick up and frozen yogurt on a hot summer day.
18 Jun
Hold tight
Just a quick baby update . . .
After nearly two weeks of pre labor without much, if any, real progress, my doctor ordered an ultrasound. She had suggested this before, but because I seem to have the kind of babies that make doctors a bit nervous, I had been reluctant to subject myself to anything that could even hint at the need for an early induction given the baby’s size. Turns out, though, there was no need to worry.
The ultrasound tech, upon announcing that this baby currently weighed about 7 pounds, 9 ounces, said, “Yikes, I hope my measurements are off.” Considering that Olivia had already arrived at this point, weighing in just an ounce under 9 pounds, I was too busy celebrating this good news to tell her she need not worry. A seven pound baby at nearly 38 weeks? I was elated, and suddenly in no rush at all.
It would seem that’s a good thing, as this baby is hanging out a bit too high for these contractions to be productive. So, until he decides to head south, nothing much is likely to happen. It’s a big relief to know that despite signs to the contrary, I probably won’t have a baby in the next six hours. In the meantime, I’m doing what little I can to coax him down—walking, sitting on a balance ball and drinking raspberry leaf tea.
And, so, we wait . . . a bit more patiently this week than last.
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