28+ weeks

Ok, I know I missed an update, but I blame Uncle Mikey. We had the pleasure of being visited by my brother Mike and his girlfriend, Gogo, for the nice long weekend, and were much too busy having fun to update about baby things. That said, I did want to make a brief update before my 29 week update. First off, I don't have to track down that Wilford Brimley commercial just to hear him pronounce Diabetes because I DON'T HAVE THE SUGARS. However, if you want a good laugh anyway, check out this video on youtube. I survived the orange goo drink. It wasn't as bad tasting as I thought it would be and as you may have gathered from my exuberant all caps above, my blood sugar was in the normal range for the test and I don't have Gestational Diabetes.

I met with one of the other midwives (Sharon) for my appointment last week and liked her very much. I'm glad that I made the switch for the remainder of my prenatal care. I had my belly felt up again, and the baby was again head down, bum out, with a good strong heartbeat and is doing quite well. I'm still measuring a couple of weeks ahead.

Development report:

By this week, your baby weighs two and a quarter pounds (like a Chinese cabbage) and measures 14.8 inches from the top of her head to her heels. She can open and close her eyes, which now sport lashes. This movement is more of a reflexive blink than a deliberate opening and closing, but it won't be long before she's batting those beauties at you.

Being pregnant is funny to me sometimes. There are people at work who say hi to me now and I have no idea who they are, but I guess they just like pregnant ladies. Some, who I know casually, and even those with whom I am more friendly with - no, wait, pretty much everyone likes to ask me how I'm feeling. I know they are well intentioned with their asking, but it becomes the 'how's married life treating you?' question of pregnancy and can get a bit old. The truth is, I'm feeling fine, pretty great even, but that feels like such a boring answer. I want to start responding with outlandish things like 'well, it's going pretty well, but I have a hemorrhoid the size of a golf ball' or something equally untrue and TMI. I figure that if I did cross over to the snarky side the karma train would bite me in the ass and I would be riddled with nasty constipation and hemorrhoids. So, I behave myself and just smile and say that things are going well.