I'm realizing that it's difficult for some people to believe that I'm still pregnant.
But I am. 41 +1.
So I asked BD to take this photo of me yesterday as we were on our way in to my appointment to check on how our newbie is doing.
Apparently, he's just fine. He rocked the ultrasound and non-stress test. The only "issue" is that he's measuring big. I know it's just a guesstimate and all, but petite mama + big, comfy boy that doesn't appear to have any immediate plans to introduce himself brought out some concerns amongst my medical support staff.
That made yesterday a tad bit stressful for me.
Today is better. I have smart and caring friends that are earning their keep with reassurance and confidence in me.
And, also, I'm healthy. Doing great, in fact. No complaints other than the stuff that's par for the course at this point in any pregnancy. I still fit my wedding rings. I'm actually begging for some discomfort of the labor variety.
I still have every hope that Dez will come and greet us on his own, but if not, the interventions begin on Sunday night. Boo.
Just hope for the best, 'k?