My doc says the baby puts on 30 grams of weight a day at this late stage, so based on its measurement ten days ago, the baby weighs close to 8.5 pounds at this point.
But that's okay. Skinny, old-man-looking babies aren't as cute even if they are easier to carry.
Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. But he was her "miracle baby."
Yep, still pregnant. UNCOMFORTABLY SO.
There was a weird thing that happened last night that involved us going out to have my blood pressure checked in one of those free arm-squeezers at the local grocery-store pharmacy and needing to call my doctor with the results, but I don't want to get into it. I'm tired of all talk of pregnancy. I can't deal with phone calls inquiring about my condition. I can't deal with other people's constant speculation of when I might finally go into labor (or my family's clear and obnoxious disappointment that I didn't have the baby while they were off from work---AS IF I HAVE ANY CONTROL OVER THIS ISSUE). I just want to eat spicy food and watch tonight's premiere of The Biggest Loser: Couples in peace.
So, yes, we've moved on to the "home remedies" that will inevitably not work. Basically, I'm going to eat some spicy gumbo and pace the floors for a bit this evening. I have another appt the day after tomorrow, and I'm hoping the doc I see (a diff't one each time, dontcha know) will take pity on me and induce. Lord knows, my feet could pop at any second from the swelling.
