This was a great week for good news in the pregnancy department! First, I am not as bad off as I thought in the eating department and my blood sugar levels have been maintained with very little effort. (If only my poor Mom could say the same thing!) This week was my first of the every-two-week variety of doctor's appointments and included a follow-up ultrasound to check on some of the questionable issues from the first one. I am happy to report that the placenta is high enough for baby to get past for a normal exit strategy and unless there are complications on the day of her birth there is not a c-section in sight for me. Also, my cervix is still normal so no bed rest or even significant slowing down required. Even Daddy got to go with me this time and get a glimpse of baby on the ultrasound. We took yet another opportunity to verify that we are still having a girl and what a difference 11 weeks makes since the last glimpse of the "girl parts". Before it was like decyphering cryptograms to figure out what the gender is, now she is developed enough it looks like porn and I feel like I'm breaking all sorts of rules just lookin'!
After a couple of sleepless nights with nightmares about early delivery before the baby has an actual place to sleep or put her things (added to the multiple bathroom breaks already going on!) I stepped up the nagging about getting furniture moved with Daddy. We'll see if I have to call in the cavalry in the form of my brothers and my Dad in the next week or so... Daddy wouldn't be happy with other people touching his stuff which is why we are such a perfectly matched pair of folks who don't share well. I officially gave up my graveyard on-call shifts for the January schedule and had a severe reality check when I realized my last Saturday shift for the month might be the time I am having this baby. So crazy to think it is that close! Maybe that is really the explanation for all the furious nesting I am compelled to do?