35 Weeks, 1 day
Thirty-five weeks, one day, and all is well, per Ruth, my midwife. Today Lucas got to come along to the appointment for the first time. He was jazzed about hearing the baby’s heart beating via the doppler thingy. Ruth says baby is still smallish and that it’s highly unlikley that I’ll end up with a nine-pounder when he’s born. That is soothing music to my … ears.
My favorite paparazzi, the dynamic duo of photos, came over yesterday and took pics of me, my bountifully big belly, and my family. I can’t wait to see ’em. Thank you, oh Flowery Ones.
January 3, 2007 at 12:12 pm
“ears” 😀
I’m glad things are going well.