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The Final Countdown

This past week, Rob and I learned the plans that my doctor had for our little girl’s arrival. My blood sugars have been stabilized; however, she’s still bigger right now than normal. Her growth should be at a normal pace from now on, but since she started early, my doctor said she will absolutely not let the baby come at week 40. We are going to have another ultrasound at week 38 (November 9th-15th), and depending on her weight, my doctor will decide to induce me that week, or the following week. SO, the good news is that we are going to have this baby before the week of Thanksgiving! The bad news is that I can’t go and see the New Moon movie until after the little girl is born. Yet, if that’s the worst thing, then I am perfect!

Rob and I spent a good part of our Saturday yesterday getting last minute baby items, and organizing the nursery. I washed the baby’s clothes and linens (Gain detergent, by the way, smells the best), and put most of her stuff away. Tonight for F.H.E. we ‘packed my bag’, and we feel that we are mostly ready. The only other thing that I have to do as soon as possible is locate a pediatrician. My friends have recommended a good one, but I have yet to make the actual phone call and conduct the ‘interview’ to see if the doctor is good enough for our little princess!

I have resorted to wearing slippers to work; shoes do not seem to fit as well as they used to before, and thanks to my amazing boss, I don’t get any flack for wearing fluffy black shoes while waddling back and forth across the bank lobby. It’s nice to have understanding women co-workers that have been through this all before.

So, in short, I am looking forward to getting through another week of surviving nearly nine months of pregnancy! I have a paper chain in the nursery that counts down the working days that I have until maternity leave (16 more days, just in case anyone was wondering). Life here is good; just waiting for the little bug to show her beautiful face!

Again, thanks for tuning in!!

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