The hospital is about 4 miles from here but we're in the city so it'll probably take me 15-20 minutes in traffic. That blows, esp. when I'm going there every week, but I really like this doctor. She's worth following.
Elvis is moving around a bunch but I can tell she is getting strapped for room. She is measuring 31 weeks now, so she is right on track- but right on track means she is 5 weeks ahead of the game. Her measurements have her already in the 90th percentile, Q was born in the 100th, meaning with the percentage of babies born, he was as big they usually get. I say usually because homegirl could out do him, not that I'm too excited about that but she'll be as big as she should be and I'll muscle up and take it.
We are scheduled to have a C section around the 9th of September but we are going to play it cool and see what happens. I am good either way, as long as my doctor thinks she's safe. I don't want them to take her early, so that is the only line I draw- that and if she is still measuring off the god damn charts, I am all ready for my new scar. Beats visiting your new born in the NICU for the first 24 hours- or worse, longer. I don't want to have her go through any stress that Q went through- after all, she's a lady.
We are all really excited about her arrival but I tell ya, we really are looking forward to this summer. We all know how lucky we are and just want to go out there and eat it all up. I can't wait to get over there, in the rental car and start the journey. .. until then, we must finish up school.
Q is ending his 2nd grade year. He has had a great time, learned so much with his amazing teacher. I am SO bummed his time with her is over. She was the only one that ever felt even the least bit of a tug when I took him out of class for a trip. I feel like he is a true citizen of the world and I would like to keep it that way, but with her, I felt he might miss something special. Not that it stopped me. Being around his Dad any time he can is better than everything else, so the guilt wasn't too deep, but she is really something.
I have been feeling really tired lately. My anemia is getting me down a little. The pills are harsh but in a couple of weeks I should notice a difference. My nights aren't met with too much sleep, lots of getting up, tossing about, so dragging ass is how I spend my days. I cover it up with cute dresses, lip gloss and running a brush through my hair. It is amazing how much less like shit you feel when you glance at your reflection and it doesn't look more tired than you actually are. My hands and feet are swollen, I feel like this time it's here to stay. Mind over matter. I have 2 long flights ahead of me where Eddie will no doubt be rubbing my feet and ringing the call button for more ice- but we can manage. When I was pregnant with Q I flew to Paris, nonstop when I was 7 1/2 months pregnant, alone. It was rough- they ran out of meals on that flight... wow, that seems like so long ago. How did I not kill someone? Mind over matter.
Speaking of which. I will now shut this bad boy down and retire to my couch with a book and a cup of green tea- which will no doubt lead to a bowl of hemp granola, it's like a must.
XO
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