Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012
Hello, 36 weeks. Lovely to see you.
Just for reference, let’s revisit 26 weeks:
And, for good measure, 16:
Aw, sweet 16. So tiny. So mobile. So, so, so long ago. My, how things have changed.
Went to the doctor today. He did a quick check to see if the Braxton-Hicks have done anything whatsoever, and reported that there was dilation enough for a fingertip’s passage. A fingertip! He actually touched her head. This made me an eensy bit jealous—is that weird? Regardless, things are happening, no question about it. I go in weekly now. And the doctor felt the need to let me know he’s going out of town for a few days. “Not that I think anything will happen,” he said. “But just in case.” In case I go into labor, that is. Holy. Crap.
According to Parents.com’s week-by-week babytracker, she’s Crenshaw melon-sized. Apparently this is a Crenshaw melon:
I think they’re running out of fruits and vegetables. Perfect timing, as I’m running out of weeks.
Crenshaw melon image credit: iStockphoto