I haven't been posting recently because Blogger wouldn't let me add photos and I've suddenly turned into a person who doesn't want to blog without photos.
Who am I and what happened to camera-less Katie??
I took this photo on Monday when the baby and I turned 37 weeks.
(If you've been paying attention to previous belly shots, you might notice the background is different. Our door mirror got rearranged to make room for the new aquarium. More on that later.)
Week 37 shall go down as the week when my belly was too big for any shirt, even the amazing Gap maternity tank tops which have sustained me to this point.
I have worn a dress over pants every day since last Friday. I have a huge fear of showing my pale, stretch-marked skin and would rather look like a dressy pants fool than flash a little (or lot) of belly.
I will remember this as the week when I desperately wanted to burn every pair of pants and sock that I own and scream at the sky for sending down snowflakes, forcing me to wear pants and socks.
I'm just really over pants and socks at this point.
This week, I realized that baby will probably be very familiar with four voices: mine, Joe's, Madeline's and Conan O'Brien's. Joe and I watch Conan every night before we fall asleep and I think there's now a strong chance this child might find his voice as comforting as mine.
We had an ultrasound on Monday and got to see the adorable smooshed little face again. Baby Rockne weighed in around 9 pounds, 9 ounces and the fluid level is about the same at 35.
Sidenote: I got really excited that the fluid level was one point lower than the previous ultrasound. The technician just laughed at me and said, "Well, that's one way to look at high fluid." But I was happy the number didn't increase for the first time in this pregnancy.
At my appointment on Tuesday, we had all good results yet again: low blood pressure, great baby heart rate and zero dilation. When I told my doctor that I thought it was great that the fluid level decreased, he also laughed.
Apparently, I'm easily thrilled due to my immense lack of medical knowledge.
Because of all the fluid, the baby is still able to move and change positions to his/her heart's content. While we want the baby to once and for all put the head down and stay down, I LOVE all the movement. I love feeling the movement. I love watching the movement. I love when someone else can place their hand on belly and feel the life inside.
When this pregnancy is over, I will not miss the aching bones when I stand upright. I will not the heartburn. I will not miss my swollen feet that make strangers gasp. But I will miss feeling a baby inside me, turning and punching and swimming and moving.
I am so thankful.
I am so thankful that God allowed me to carry this child for this long.
I am so thankful.