The nurses kept asking me to tell them how I fell, and I honestly didn't know. I just tripped on my own feet going up some stairs, managed to make it up to the landing somehow, then finally took my fall right into the concrete wall. The best part was that the wall had picture windows above it, so every person in the salon cutting hair or getting a haircut managed to see a huge pregnant lady gracefully trip up the stairs and go head first into their windows/concrete. I'm sure it was a horrific sight. Three nice, and well manicured, ladies ran out and cleaned off my scrape. If you're going to fall, falling into a window with hairdressers just inside is the way to go.
On to more exciting news, baby H has finally caught up with the norm. I was measuring two weeks behind for a while there, and even managed to lose two pounds last week, despite my love of french fries and lemonade. Before I could even get nervous about baby's lack of bigness, between my weekly appointments I made up the difference and am now right on. I can feel this baby in my rib cage and down on my bladder, so I know he's filling right out. Lovely. I thought I would maybe like to have a little baby, but where's the glory in that? Let's get this kid big and fat so I can say I delivered a moose and lived to talk about it.
We finally got the nursery finished and are putting the final coat on the dresser. This week we should find ourselves ready for baby in theory: freshly washed clothes in drawers, diapers in the ready and containment/sleeping devices set up. Unless something unforeseen happens, we should actually be in good shape for delivery with just under four weeks to go! Praises!
Stefan at 36 weeks!
2 comments:
Oh boy, oh boy!
hey girlie! hope your elbow is all healed up. I was at a Red Robin the other day and thought of how much fun it was to see you. Thanks for being fun. And all around awesome :)
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