This is the first New Years Day in a long time that I woke up and was ready to go at 8 am. Funny how sober living will do that to a girl.
I even met up with a friend to go to the farmers market and breakfast. Before noon.
Unfortunately, the farmers market wasn't open today.
Oh well, breakfast was FANTASTIC!
Today I am 38 weeks pregnant and CANNOT WAIT to get this baby out of me. I'm just tired of being fat and unable to do so many things. Belive it or not, I am incredibly jealous of the people who are starting the year off with a run or a long bike ride. I would absolutely kill to be able to hop on my bike today or take Daisy Dog for a run.
I might almost be craving a run more than I am craving champagne.
I said almost.
Unfortunately, a Wednesday's checkup, the midwife told me that an early birth looks highly unlikely. I'm 50% effaced, but Bug hasn't dropped and there is no dialation happening. Grrr. She said to expect Bug right around my due date (the 15th) and possibly a little after.
The midwife also told me that Bug is approximately seven and a half pounds. That's not a fetus, that's a baby. A baby that is still cooking and getting bigger by the day.
DH is thrilled. Since we missed the deadline for the tax write off, his new goal is for us to have a 10 pound baby.
I kind of hate him right now.
Bug also kicked and punched at the midwife while she was examining me. This is the second appointment in a row where this has happened.
Also this week, DH made the terrible mistake of replacing my broken down, hardly working crackberry with a new droid something or other. That means that I now have a camera on my phone that will actually upload pictures. So here is a picture of my tummy, from my point of view.