37 weeks. Wowsers.
1. Because I really don't want to go back to work in a week.
And
2. Because this last week the doctor estimated her weight to be in the upper 7 to 8 lb. range.
SERIOUSLY? He better be wrong or she needs to come out right now. If that's what she currently weighs (and from the way he said it it sounded like that's what he meant) I can only imagine that she'd be a 9 lb. baby if I actually do go to my due date (July 13). As much as I enjoy being pregnant I say No Thank You to that.
I know I don't have that much control over this so I'm trying not to be too anxious about it. But I still am. Plus, I'd like to be able to do stuff that requires bending over without grunting like a caveman. Things like tying my shoes, putting on pants and shorts, shaving, or just picking up the items that seem to magically fall on the floor in my presence. Also, as great as the last month or so has been for my posture I'd kinda like to be able to slouch again. I didn't do it all that much before, but when sitting up straight is your only option it starts to get old. All I want to do is be able to curve my back!
OK. I'm done complaining. Being pregnant has been relatively easy for me so I really shouldn't complain. Even though there are some definite discomforts that come with carrying a baby feeling your child move around inside you, especially when they get bigger, is quite amazing. I really can't wait to go through the whole birth experience and be able to meet my baby. She's going to be absolutely perfect.

