Hazelnut weighs about 3.75 lbs... just like a rutabaga (which, I think, sounds much nicer than 'giant turnip'). I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, and I'll be interested to learn whether this babe is on track with 3.75lbs, or closer to the 10lb mark. Apparently any time now he should be moving into his 'birth-ready' position (head-down). Oy!
1. People are VERY nice to pregnant ladies. They’ll pretty much bend over backwards for you. I HAVE heard, however, that once the baby arrives, people aren’t QUITE so accommodating (which is weird because I’m guessing that I’m going to need a LOT more help/sympathy when this child is on the outside). I better lap this up while I can!
2. I had every intention of completing a weeny teeny mini triathlon on July 30th, but the left side of my body has other plans for my life. Over the past week, my left hip/bum/upper leg has deteriorated, and WALKING has become somewhat of a grueling task. I now have a whole new respect for elderly folks and obese people. Day-to-day tasks are TRICKY!
3. Lowell is pretty much going to be the best father on the planet- I can hardly wait to see him with our child. Here’s a tiny glimpse of him with our adorable nephew, Ty.
And a wee video! I didn't really catch Ty in his true giggling state- I always pulled the camera out TWO seconds too late... but you still get the idea.
4. Besides the very regular, “What? You’re not due TOMORROW?! Then you must be having twins or triplets!” comments, Kylie overheard a little tyke at the beach say, “Mommy, that girl has a beach ball in her swimming suit!”
(For the record, I totally don’t mind all the ‘huge’ comments. I think they’re kind of fun… as long as they stop the INSTANT this Hazelnut is born!)
5. When visiting my great uncle at a small town Saskatchewan hospital, 5 of us charged in only to be met with panic-stricken looks at the front desk. The hospital apparently avoids deliveries at all costs, and they thought I was in labour. No thanks… not ready for THAT yet!
6. We’ve had a crazy week of traveling (more to come on that another day), and as we were driving through North Dakota we spotted a billboard for ‘Big J’s Restaurant’ and decided that a marvelous photo opportunity awaited (as I am indeed a ‘Big J’). Unfortunately the restaurant was no longer in existence, but Lowell did not miss the opportunity to adopt 'Big J' as a new pet name for me (said in a deep resonant bass voice of course). Awwwwwww how sweet.
7. I can't believe the countdown is at 54 days!!
8. Over and out!