So, today is the 20th - and my outer limit "must deliver by" date is 02/20 - which means I will be paroled within 30 days! I am mostly sure that prison is waaay worse than being pregnant, but then again in prison at least you can lift weights in the yard and nobody EVER asks you if you're having twins.
My appointment on Thursday was fine, I am "progressing" but it's not like he's going to fall out or anything. In fact, the midwife Ellen (my favorite) told me that almost never happens with a first baby. I am GBS (Group B Strep) negative, which means no IV antibiotics, and my wimpy red blood cells rallied just enough to keep me out of the dangerously anemic range (instead I am merely pale and fatigued). The only issue that came up is SG's size. As it turns out, he might not be so "S" after all. I am sure this is not much of a surprise to anyone who received our Christmas pic, or better yet seen "the belly" live in all its glory. So next week, if I am still pregnant by Friday, I may have to get another ultrasound, which I am not psyched about. There are some (really, really gross) signs I might labor before that, which would be great. I just think it's funny that of all the people, Slim a.k.a. Quinn and I might be bringing the next Jeremy Shockey into the world although likely with much poorer hand-eye coordination.
My dad is in transit to FL and we are really looking forward to seeing him. Other than that, we are on standby in a major way. Flight SG1 is holding for takeoff.
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