HOLY COW ~ I'M 9 MONTHS PREGNANT!!!

(I have completely given up on my husband learning how to take a clear picture. He refuses to TRY so I'm planning to teach Manny to use the camera so that I can occassionally get a picture of Rylee that I don't have to take).

Today is the big day. I am officially 36 weeks pregnant. The time when it really throws off people who don't know that pregnancy is technically 10 months, not 9. It seems like such a milestone - one I thought I'd never achieve!

Today I started my once-a-week appointments. This was also apparently the one where they start preparing you for the horror and invasiveness of labor & delivery. "You're going to put that WHERE? But... the baby doesn't come out of THERE... so... umm... what's the deal with that??" Have I mentioned that I hate my husband when I'm 36 weeks pregnant? After the whole putting the dirty orange juice glass in with the clean dishes in the dishwasher incident this morning, he has the audacity to say to me after she finishes putting that up there - "How'd that feel?". GRRRRRRRRRR. He's lucky I didn't give him a taste of EXACTLY how it felt... with my foot.



There was good news and bad news at this morning's appointment. The good news is I won't go into labor worrying that Rylee might come out a Xander (I will know for sure one way or the other on Friday). The bad news is that the reason for the ultrasound is that it has been a month now since they have shown any growth in my little peanut and they want to make sure that everything is okay. She told us not to worry (oh, okaaay) - that we might just be having a small baby - but that she wanted an ultrasound this week to be sure. So I have to wait two painstaking days and drive far, far away before we find out. I've never even entertained the thought of having a small baby. Shawn is 6'5", 215 pounds and I am 5'10", 160 pounds (not pregnant). We were both good sized babies - me weighing a pound more than him at birth (although his mom smokes so he most likely would've weighed more). We can definitely deal with a small baby - as long as she is healthy!! We were both just expecting to have a huge baby. Over the last 9 months I have basically prepared myself to have a 10-pound baby 3 weeks late and need a C-section. ;) So although it may just be that Rylee turns out to be a little peanut, everyone send some big healthy thoughts her way anyway. :)