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37 Weeks

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...where the watermelon grows! That's right, I have reached the end of the fruit line up, and at 37 weeks, can be considered full term. With Baby's impending arrival, I have been reflecting on the last nine months. All in all, I have really enjoyed this pregnancy, more than I expected. Aside from the little hiccup that has assigned me to bed rest, I was lucky to not have many of the ailments associated with pregnancy. I guess I was most surprised at how much I have felt like myself, something I just couldn't imagine before. While I look forward to having my own shape back, as well as my old wardrobe, I will miss feeling Baby Davolt squirm and wiggle inside.

Another week with two NSTs and not much else. Both appointments were uneventful. Dr. Williams is evidently involved in a case study that has her spending extra time researching placental abruption, the condition with which she's diagnosed me. She continues to acknowledge that there are more questions than answers about how to proceed in my situation, particularly about timing Baby's arrival, not wanting to have him out sooner than is necessary. Dr. Williams did have me schedule NSTs for the next two weeks, which suggests that I'll be closer to 39 weeks before we pursue delivery. I know I should want Baby to stay inside as long as possible, but after being told he might come early, I can't help but feel anxious.

Coming Up:
  • NSTs on Tuesday and Thursday
  • A final growth ultrasound on Wednesday or Thursday (I need to schedule this still)
Last but not least, I forgot to take a picture last week of the fabulous diaper cake made by our friends David and Briana. We are so thankful for the 234 diapers it offers, as well as the soft and cuddly teddy bear on top. Thanks guys!

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