38 Weeks 2 days & counting...

Time is standing still, seriously...I am so ready to meet this little dude that I can hardly stand it! (& I can't wait to lay on my belly again, heck, I'm just ready to lay in one position for more than 5 minutes without my arm, or my foot, or my hand, or my leg going to sleep or cramping & I can't wait for a beer, an ice cold beer...oh goodness...)
We had a sonogram on Thursday morning. One of the doctors in the practice thought that little dude was going to be really big. She kind of got my hopes up when she said she thought he was 'a good 7 pounds' 2 weeks ago & that if the sonogram showed him being bigger than 8lbs 10oz we could talk induction. So, what do they think the little porker weighs? A whopping 6lbs7oz! Really big my butt!! Maybe he really is just a little dude. Now we wait. Brock thought it would be hilarious if I went into labor on Labor Day (tomorrow) all along, but after Thursday he's now predicting October - he's lucky I haven't hit him. I really have no idea what's going on, when it will be or what I'm feeling. (& I love that every Joe Blow on the street ask me about it) I've never done this contraction & labor thing before so every cramp, pull, stab of pain has me wondering & going crazy & the thought of this going on for 2 more weeks is just plain insanity. I do know that he will be here by the 22nd, the doctor that made the "really big" prediction said that she wouldn't let me go past the 22nd & I made her put it in writing on my chart. Seventeen days little man, that's all you've got & then we're kicking you out. I promise we'll be nice, it's really a pretty cool place out here & Cowboy football has started, we've got places to be & games to watch!
Oh, & just FYI I might have shed a couple of tears last night when the POKES ran out on the field & we were sitting on the couch watching instead of in our seat at BPS. Stupid pregnancy hormones...