And just for fun... 38 weeks + 2 days with baby #2 versus 39 weeks + 1 day with W. W was breech so my belly looks a bit different, but I think my face looks less round in the first picture. :)
Final doctor's appointment was today. How crazy is that?!? My doctor again informed me that baby is a giant and offered an ultrasound. There was no ultrasound tech today so I'd have to come back tomorrow. I declined. I'm curious about baby's size, but really didn't care to make another trip to the doctor. And his size doesn't matter much, it won't change anything... whether he's 7 pounds or 10 pounds, he's arriving in less than a week. As long as he's healthy, that's all that matters. I had also lost 2 pounds since my last appointment. Score!
My nephew is being baptized on Sunday. I'm honored to be his Godmother and I planned on being there if I could. BUT we're supposed to get snow - 7 to 9 inches of snow!! Now, the weathermen have been wrong up to this point so I have my doubts, but if we do get several inches, I'm not comfortable driving. Super pregnant mom + toddler navigating our way through a snow storm just seems like a bad idea. I'm disappointed. We'll see what happens.
I'm usually excited for the Superbowl. I like football, creative commercials... and let's not forget the yummy snacks. But this year... blah. I don't like either team and if I never heard another Katy Perry song, that would be just fine with me. Yuck.
W takes after his dad in most respects. He has nearly the exact same tastes (MEAT!!), has a laid back personality, is quick/athletic. I would MUCH prefer he have his dad's personality. But I think he's an animal lover like mommy (not that A doesn't like animals). My mom was watching him and one of the ASPCA commercials came on tv. You know the ones - they show all the sad kittens and puppies waiting for homes. I can't watch them. My mom said that W actually started crying while watching and she quickly had to change the channel. My sweet/sensitive boy.
I'm getting extremely nervous about the c section. I've already had one so I have an idea what to expect, BUT it's major surgery. And although my first one went really well, I keep remembering the negative parts... chest pressure during surgery/difficulty breathing, vomiting afterwards, recovery. Uggh. I need to just focus on meeting our new baby and block out the negative aspects. Easier said than done.
The pregnancy hormones hit full force last night. W and I were cuddling and singing. I was telling him that even when baby is here, I'll still be there for him whenever he needs me. That I love him and that he'll always be my first baby. Shockingly, I was holding it together even though I wanted to burst into tears. But then W started to cry!! And it was a sad cry... not the tired/angry cry. I'm not sure if it was because we were singing Baby Beluga and that song is reserved for bed/nap time (and he didn't want to go to bed) or if he knew I was extra emotional. I looked over at A and asked him what he thought was wrong. He had no idea. I hugged W tighter and all was ok, but I'm still not sure why he was upset.
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