Okay, so I've got no idea what happened with the apparent dropping of a few days ago, as she has now totally re-elevated. Maybe that was just a warning, a reminder that at some point she intends to drop for good-- as in, right out of me. I'm fine with having just a warning, because the brief couple days of her riding lower only served to make me appreciate the relative comfort of heartburn and breathlessness. Turns out I'm not a fan of the low-lying fetus. Felt so much more achy and contraction-prone, walking was significantly more challenging, and I could never stray farther than 15 minutes from a toilet. So all things considered, I'm glad she's back up where she was, although that's easier to say now than when she's awake and pops one foot outside my rib cage in a very convincing effort to rupture my flesh. I did enjoy my brief hiatus from that game.
She weighs about 6 pounds and is 18.5 inches long. A crenshaw melon, whatever that is. Our birthing classes have been going fine-- we only have 3 left. I'm not sure how much we'll retain of the information we've been given, but I do love all the practice Sean is getting at massaging my feet and back. Been worth every penny. My appointments with the midwives are weekly now. At the last one my fundal height measured a couple centimeters big again (37 cm at my 35 week appointment), but that's been going back and forth at every appointment. Everything else still checks out fine. Next appointment is Friday morning.
Here's the belly at 36 weeks. I wish I'd taken a picture of it when I thought she dropped, because it looked rather different then. (Big and round in a different big and round sort of way). Also, per Hannah's comment on my last entry, I realized I didn't have any full-length photos on here, so I took one like that too, just to put the belly in perspective.
And dear Sean at 36 weeks. Speaking of Sean, I found out today that we are exactly tied on the scale. This totally thrilled me because I was certain he was dozens of pounds less than me by now. I'll be ecstatic if I get through this pregnancy without surpassing my 6'1" husband in poundage. (Let's not discuss the fact that he jogs every day and his legs are solid muscle while mine... uh, yeah... not so much...)
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Look at you and your cute pregnant self. You look great, Jenny. Oh -- and you too, Sean.
When Lily saw the picture of you, Jenny, she said "mil", her word for milk. :) When she saw Sean, she said "dada." Later she said "mama" for Jenny and "man" for Sean. She uses the words mama and dada interchangeably for man and woman (she has no word for that yet, except mama), but I thought it was cute and that you'd get a kick out of it.
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