Full Term, Full Moon

So today marks the official start of Leo being "full-term." Coincidentally, it's also a full moon tonight. The obstetricians at the hospital had made some noises about how a lot of babies get born on full moons, so I was a little superstitiously nervous. But Wikipedia assures me that there is no statistical correlation between phases of the moon and human births. So Leo will just come out when he is fully-cooked. Which is just as well, because I am also fully three decades old today, and I really didn't want to share my birthday :)

Correction

Actually, there's one more week to go before being officially full-term: it's weeks 38 to 42 that are the "term" ones. Ooops!

36 weeks and 6 pounds

Tomorrow, I believe, Leo is officially full-term. I'll be done with my 36th week and into my 37th. So I hope he stays in and cooks a little longer, but if he should choose to pop out, it'll be fine. At right, please admire six pounds of heirloom tomatoes from Maine. Imagine hefting a bagful. Now place it on your tummy... That's right. At yesterday's scan, Leo's weight was estimated at 2.8 kg. He is a big, bouncy, beautiful baby, and I can't wait to meet him. (And carry him in a somewhat more dignified position.)

Laundry of Love

Baby's first laundry! Leo's not born yet but I just washed a whole bunch of his clothes and nappies. And it's just too cute not to share. Look at the little footsies. Awww. I'm sure I won't be this sentimental about laundry in a little while, but hey all you cynics out there -- let me enjoy this moment of sappiness. :)

In other news...

We haven't gone on many vacations this summer, due to me not wanting to travel. But we did go to Bellagio. And it was super-pretty.