32 weekage

Other than some soreness, babe and I are doing better after our fall on Monday. The rest of us are questionable (fevers, pink eye relapses, sour tummies...). I had my 32-week appointment yesterday and an ultrasound this morning to check on the status of el placenta. I wish I could say that it's been pulled up up up and away from the getaway route. Unfortunately, it's still chilling out right there, a little too close for comfort. And the site or "pool" where my blood is delivered to the baby is right on the edge of the placenta that is closest to the cervix. Which makes bleeding toward the end as I begin to contract more even more likely. I will return for another ultrasound at 36 weeks.

Our bashful babe, who wouldn't budge his arm/hand from his face throughout the duration of the ultrasound this morning.


On a more positive note, at my appointment yesterday, the doctor remarked, twice, how "amazing" he sounded. I don't know how one could conclude that from a heartbeat, which was in the 130s to begin with and raised to the 160s after she probed around some more. To that she exclaimed, "Oh, now he's just showing off." Again, I'm not really sure how a rapidly accelerating heartbeat determines spectacularness. But I'll take it! He's head down. I'm measuring right on, but she said he doesn't feel very like a big baby or anything-- and he still has plenty of room to move around (I'll say!).

This kid is unbelievably active. I can often look down and see limbs jutting way out and point them out to Mike and the kids, who are always anxious to feel their little bro's firm appendages. He's especially squirmy when Mike is talking to him- or the kids. And after I eat something sweet. Or eat when I'm hungry, in general. Or when I'm driving. And singing loudly. Kid's a squirm.

It's hard to believe we're (probably) less than two months away now. I can't say I've really done anything in the way of preparation for the little guy. Except for secure a baptism date- and godparents. The important things (right?). We've already got pretty much everything else baby and boy stashed away in Opal's closet or the back basement somewhere- and those can be unearthed in a jiffy. We saved quite a few of Jack's old clothes, and have already been given a few adorable outfits, so he's pretty set for wardrobe. But yesterday, after my appointment, I still had a couple of hours sans air-breathing children, and I stopped into a cute little thrift store I'd been curious about for a while but didn't care to haul all of my children into. And I came away with this darling get-up for $4. It's size newborn and ohhhhh, so tiny. He'll probably grow out of it in a day (it looks like it was worn maybe once), but it was FOUR dolla. And I think foxes for little boys are rad.