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.

What are the odds?

We were curious, so we looked up the odds of birth at various weeks. I found this: http://www.dogfish.org/chris/fun/delivery.html. That should give you an idea. I am now in week 33.

being pregnant is hard work

Ah wimba way ah wimba way,
Ah wimba way ah wimba way,

In the bedroom,
The quiet bedroom,
The Lion's mum sleeps today...

Please, ignore the clutter over on Paul's side of the room!

Two Kilos!

Yes, the baby now weighs as much as a bag of rice. A *heavy* bag of rice. And, as on every scan I've had so far, he seems to be about a week ahead of the curve, meaning most likely that my cycle doesn't match the "standard" and he really is older. Fine by me. This would mean that instead of being in my 32nd week, I am now in my 33rd. A little less than 2 months to go! (I also think he is a big boy. His legs are especially long. One day he will tower over me!)

A Lion for Leo

My good friend Andita, who's studying to be a doctor with a concentration in midwifery, told me that being pregnant is all about celebrating my creativity, procreative and otherwise. So I drew and colored in a lion for my little Leo. Here he is. I hope that look in his eye doesn't mean "I'm hungry! Where're the tasty, juicy babies?" Note: My inspiration came from Emanuele Luzzati's short cartoon about Genova, "Sinfonia della Città."

Visible!

OK, so I admit that I've been a little paranoid about actually *looking* pregnant, versus just overweight. Now, though, I think we are starting to achieve unambiguous/obvious stage. Next week I'll be 7 months pregnant--so only 2 months to go! Woohoo home stretch...

I've also just started a pre-partum class, so I get to hang out in a room FULL of very pregnant ladies (most of them are ahead of me, as I am a little impatient to get started knowing what the hell I'm supposed to do). So I can see what I have to look forward to... Watch out world!