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Good Friday Indeed

Let's all hope that tomorrow will be a good Friday. As in the baby baking doctor will say I'm dilated and I have to go in to have this baby.

Because that? That would rock!

The ultrasound on Wednesday went extremely well. The baby's head went from the 5th percentile to 32nd in three week's time. That was very good news. Her arms, legs, head and all that good stuff are measuring at 35 weeks (give or take). Her belly though? Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick. It's measuring 40 weeks 3 days. Um hello chunky baby. She weighs about 7lb 7oz now (again with the give or take - this time 1lb). I'm terrified to have a large baby but as long as she's healthy, I'm good to go. I'll just take more of those drugs (if they work). Thanks.

I'll keep ya'll updated as to what the baby baking doc says tomorrow. Now I'm off to nest some. I've been saying for the last 2 days that I'm going to clean that mess of a bedroom and yet, there it sits, waiting for disaster relief to come in. Well, here I go. If I'm not back in a couple days, send the dogs in to sniff me out.


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