Today was my 36 week check up. Dr. Hotness was out of town, so I got to see one of his very capable associates, Dr. Straightforwardchick.
36 weeks is when the “internal exams” start back up again. Joyous. Nothing like having a hand shoved up you – especially when you can no longer see the area the shoving is taking place.
Which brings me to my next point. How in G-d’s name are you supposed to pee in a cup when you can’t find a line of sight to the stream?
I’m just sayin’.
So…blah, blah, blah…no problems…. He’s about 6 ½ pounds right now… Man his head is low… no dialating yet (yay)… well, he’s done cooking, so any time you go into labor now is just fine.
Wait, what was that last part? He’s done? As in He can get the hell out of there with no repercussions?
Hmmm… In my head I distinctly heard, “Gentlemen, start your engines!” and I am seriously considering moving the end of this little biological adventure up a week.
Part of my concern is the 6 ½ pounds issue. If he gains an ounce a day, and I’ve got 15 days to go—this is no small kiddo. And I’m selfishly thinking of le incision that will be required to get a big kid out – or, more appropriate, my recovery. I am not built for an 8 pound baby, folks. Nor is my pain threshold.
So, I put it to you nice, smart, pretty folks. Would you make the call and move the date up a week? I’m calling Dr. Hotness tomorrow to have this discussion and I’d really like to make the following statement, “Well, the InternetPeeps think I should…”
He’d totally dig that.