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thanateI had my final ultrasound today (after getting rescheduled due to 1/2 an inch of snow on the grass friday) and the child continues to be exactly the size she's supposed to be and otherwise healthy-seeming. Apparently they can tell that's she was 7lbs 14oz this morning, and thus on track to be about 8lbs in time for her due date... although given that my counting date is this Thursday, the initial ultrasound date is a week from Wednesday, and today's ultrasound gives her a due date of the following Saturday, exactly what her due date actually is is anybody's guess. And as the tech mentioned, only about 5% of babies are actually born on their due dates, anyway. I'm guessing somewhere around the 17th or 18th, but I have no particular reason to think so; I don't expect they'll let her go past the 20th or so even if she'd like to. (My mother, for whom she's being named, was born on the 27th.)
Grauwulf's cousin, on the other hand, appears to have sired an elephant. His wife is due around the same time we are, and they've already scheduled her for a c-section on her due date as they're predicting the kid will be about 13 lbs by then. So far as I know, she hasn't been diagnosed with GD or anything else that's supposed to lead to oversized infants, and I have the obscure feeling that there's some kind of karmic changeling thing going on here. (This is also her third child, though, and the other two didn't have this problem.)
Meanwhile, the last-minute prep stuff continues; I have now got PUL fabric to make more waterproof diaper covers, and got accosted by a rabid manager at Babys R Us while in search of diaper pins. (He seemed to think I'll be in there all the time once the kid arrives. I'm fairly sure that once the kid arrives I'll be doing *less* wandering into random shops in search of things rather than more, but since what I actually wanted to do was buy diaper pins so I could go home and have lunch I didn't make a point of it.) I was also extravagant and parked in an "expectant mothers" space, since this is the first time I've seen one since getting pregnant and while I'm still perfectly capable of walking across a parking lot (and did so three other places this morning) at 38-1/2 weeks I think I'm as entitled as I'm going to get. I've definitely reached the point where strangers start trying to coddle me in public, though I find it somewhat less irritating to have people try to do things for me because I'm obviously pregnant than whatever "oh helpless female" reasons they usually have. Possibly also it helps that the people who've recently asked if I need help carrying things have all been female (ok, and grauwulf, but he's been doing that for a while, and does take no for an answer.) I did have to restrain myself from snapping at the socially clueless teen in Ikea who asked if she should push my cart for me (um, what?) but compared to my usual levels of annoyance at people who think it's being nice to interrupt me in the middle of doing things I am positively mellow.
Ikea and grauwulf and the hardware store have provided me with my last christmas present (we exchanged IOUs for large-ish things that we had to pick out ourselves-- grauwulf's was a new grill) and I have now got glamorous new desk surfaces in both the loft and the craft room, with vast quantities of drawers into which I haven't yet put anything at all. (ah, the potential!) And space to stuff quilts through my sewing machine without running into anything (now that I am almost out of quilts for the moment) and still a great deal of moving stuff about left to do. But eventually there *will* be room to move in the craft room, and maybe even sew baby clothes & stuff.
Grauwulf's cousin, on the other hand, appears to have sired an elephant. His wife is due around the same time we are, and they've already scheduled her for a c-section on her due date as they're predicting the kid will be about 13 lbs by then. So far as I know, she hasn't been diagnosed with GD or anything else that's supposed to lead to oversized infants, and I have the obscure feeling that there's some kind of karmic changeling thing going on here. (This is also her third child, though, and the other two didn't have this problem.)
Meanwhile, the last-minute prep stuff continues; I have now got PUL fabric to make more waterproof diaper covers, and got accosted by a rabid manager at Babys R Us while in search of diaper pins. (He seemed to think I'll be in there all the time once the kid arrives. I'm fairly sure that once the kid arrives I'll be doing *less* wandering into random shops in search of things rather than more, but since what I actually wanted to do was buy diaper pins so I could go home and have lunch I didn't make a point of it.) I was also extravagant and parked in an "expectant mothers" space, since this is the first time I've seen one since getting pregnant and while I'm still perfectly capable of walking across a parking lot (and did so three other places this morning) at 38-1/2 weeks I think I'm as entitled as I'm going to get. I've definitely reached the point where strangers start trying to coddle me in public, though I find it somewhat less irritating to have people try to do things for me because I'm obviously pregnant than whatever "oh helpless female" reasons they usually have. Possibly also it helps that the people who've recently asked if I need help carrying things have all been female (ok, and grauwulf, but he's been doing that for a while, and does take no for an answer.) I did have to restrain myself from snapping at the socially clueless teen in Ikea who asked if she should push my cart for me (um, what?) but compared to my usual levels of annoyance at people who think it's being nice to interrupt me in the middle of doing things I am positively mellow.
Ikea and grauwulf and the hardware store have provided me with my last christmas present (we exchanged IOUs for large-ish things that we had to pick out ourselves-- grauwulf's was a new grill) and I have now got glamorous new desk surfaces in both the loft and the craft room, with vast quantities of drawers into which I haven't yet put anything at all. (ah, the potential!) And space to stuff quilts through my sewing machine without running into anything (now that I am almost out of quilts for the moment) and still a great deal of moving stuff about left to do. But eventually there *will* be room to move in the craft room, and maybe even sew baby clothes & stuff.
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Date: 2013-02-06 12:31 am (UTC)ps - yay cloth diapers! they are super easy and way more fun than disposables. :-D
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Date: 2013-02-06 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-06 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-06 09:03 pm (UTC)Yeah, I get to negotiate for as much time as possible next week if she doesn't show up before then. We'll see how that goes. Admittedly, if I do have to schedule it'll mean that I can try to have my Dr there for the delivery rather than somebody I haven't met, but I'd still much rather let the kid pick her time (and ideally avoid being a "valentine's day baby.")
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Date: 2013-02-08 11:43 pm (UTC)