oh baby!

So as most of you know, I am expecting yet another babe. People always see Billy and I with Luke, and then they see my belly and (scrunch up their eyebrows) and then say, "how far along are you?" When I tell them, it is mildly entertaining to watch the wheels start to turn as they start to do the math in their heads. Then it is all smiles, and slaps on the backs, and one by one the cliches start coming out. ("wow, you didn't waste any time!" You guys are going to be busy!" They will be such good friends")

For the last few months we have been dilligently going to our OB appointments and checking up on our little surprise (another boy by the way) and at the urging of our sweet doctor, we went to see a maternal fetal specialist regarding his size. This lead us to growth/anatomy ultrasounds every 2-4 weeks to check up on the growth status of our little (or huge) pumpkin.

During these ultrasounds, we have been told that:
a.) the baby is big.
b.) the head is big.
c.) the baby is feisty (the words of mohammed the sono tech).
d.) and once again (actually twice during last Wednesday's scan) that the head is big.
So Billy and I have been mentally preparing ourselves for a large-headed chubby babe who would potentially make an early appearance.

At 38 weeks, I have come to terms with the fact that - no, the little guy will not be making any kind of early appearance and after a cruel false alarm complete with contractions, packed bags, a high-protein snack, and a trip to the hospital (LAST WEDNESDAY) my uterus has gone on hiatus. Not a contraction to be had. So sleep tight and rest up little uterus, get ready for the battle ahead. Come Friday, the gloves are comin' off and I'm gettin out the castor oil.