The Brucia Files

Some stats...

• 37 weeks = an officially "baked" baby.  That said, lots on the "to-do" list still so I'm negotiating with my tummy nightly that he/she continue to grow.
• 21 pounds = amount mom-to-be has gained so far.  There probably will be a few more, but let's hope not too many.
• 6.5 pounds = Estimate from the ultrasound last week, although we're told they're not very accurate.  Thankfully the baby is "head down" and not breech as the doctor was suspecting.
• 2 hours = Time I laid awake last night because sometimes it's hard to fall back to sleep after changing positions/needing a middle of the night pee break.
• 3 weeks = Countdown till due date
• 1 minute = The amount of time it takes to install a car seat when you consult a professional.
• 20 minutes = Amount of time it takes when Chris and Stacey try to tackle on their own, giving up because the professional is coming the next day anyway.
• 5 days = Time my mom will be here whipping us into shape this weekend and lending a helping hand.  Thank god!  Bring on the homemade meals to stock the freezer, help figuring out where to put the baby stuff in our condo with three total closets and shopping for things for the hospital.

Pregnant Robocop at Rest

My boot lady is enjoying some sun this weekend.

People say the darndest things...

Chris and I took the bus downtown Saturday afternoon because it was a beautiful day out, and we wanted to get lunch and eat outside.  But, I wasn't really ready for the public commentary:

• The bus driver as I was climbing the stairs (okay, slowly, I admit): "That's quite the combination."
• Teenager behind the counter at sandwich shop: "When are you due?" (I answer, "June.")  His eyes pop out of his head, and then he says, "Are you having twins?"
• Random guy on the street as we head towards the bus stop on the way home (I don't hear this comment, but Chris does.): "You look like you're about to pop." 

Awesome...so glad being pregnant is like wearing a sign on your forehead that says, "Please, tell me what you think.  I'm dying to know." 

35 weeks - The boot

Yes, I'm 35 weeks pregnant and now sporting an aircast to heal a stress fracture in my left foot. Injury happened a few weeks ago in a very undramatic way, but this was the first I could get an appointment at the hospital's foot/ankle clinic. I'm not as unhappy as this unsmiling photo looks...just happy that it should be healed right around due date or a little after.

34 weeks

• Not in the mood to post a picture, but I'm huge.  More and more, strangers ask "When are you due?" and their eyes are very wide as they stare at my stomach.  That said, my OB says I'm measuring right on target and weight gain is also on schedule - a little bit under, still.

• So, that was my permission to eat chocolate chip cookies at 9:45 a.m. this a.m., right?  Figure that's the same as a donut.  And yes, I had already had my daily dose of high-fiber cereal.

• The top of my foot is still sprained - swells up more than my right foot and I'm limping some.  Apparently there's a shortage of orthopedic docs in Seattle...my OB used her influence to get me an "urgent" appointment, but I still won't see them until next week.  The normal wait time for an appointment is several months...wow!

• I refuse to believe that this baby will come at all early, but if he/she does, we're all set with necessities.  Both sets of grandparents, in particular, have been extremely generous.  Space continues to be an issue in our 922-square-foot condo.  We won't have a dedicated nursery because I work from home in our second bedroom.  Right now, a box of Pampers is staring me in the face as I'm just not sure where to put them.  People have put them in their living room ottomans before, right:)?  Somehow, I think I might be the first. 

• Chris has been very busy at work.  Typically, he's still working away on the computer when I go to bed around 10 p.m.  Better him than me:). 

•  We've been watching a lot of baseball.  The Yankees don't seem to have it this year, but the Mariners started out as a pleasant surprise.  That looks to be fading on their current road trip, but we have very low expectations so any win is a nice one to watch.  But today, Manny being Manny is the story of the day.  Goodbye hall of fame for you as you officially join the steroid list.

• On tap for this weekend, baby class No. 2.  This one is one day - versus two - and it's a primer on how to actually care for the baby once we bring it home.  Hopefully they have some good tips that we haven't read yet.  

So, what's the rest of the world doing that isn't concentrating on baby prep?  Please share!