Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo do do... you all know the song. I am now officially 36 weeks pregnant according to the midwives and am entering the launch zone. Small Guy is head down although not completely "locked and loaded". I'll spare you the gory details but my, um, internal exam went well and things seem to be progressing quite nicely. If I were a bettor, I'd say he'll arrive well in advance of my "official" due date of 02/07 - I seriously dispute this date to begin with and think it's based on some miscalculations, but the whole idea of due dates is completely speculative, so whatever.
The only hurdles we have left are a group B strep test: http://familydoctor.org/281.xml; sounds way more stressful than it is, could still give birth at the Hippy peace love and flowers Maternity Center (http://www.maternitycenter.com/index.html), and a blood test to check my hemoglobin / hematocrit (to determine if I am anemic, for all you non-Discovery Health addicts). Bad blood equals possible hospital birth, not what we want. The only other way we'd likely end up at "Sh*tty Grove", as we affectionately refer to our backup hospital, would be if the Small Guy decided to make his debut before 01/17/07. Not much we could do about that, so let's all focus our collective subconscience on making sure he stays inside until after MLK day, at least. But don't focus too hard because I want this little F'er out A.S.A.P. after that!
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