Week 31: Holy crap it’s week 31

Clearly I’m a blog delinquent. I thought about just deleting the whole dang thing, but instead I’ll catch all of you Nuthatch Fans up in a few succinct sentences.

It’s a boy! We know his name but it’s a secret until he gets here. I get bigger and rounder every day. I do not have the brown belly line. I do have some new freckles. I failed the first glucose test (requiring me to shotgun a nasty sugar cocktail), but passed the second, 3-hour version. Phew! My belly button is totally flat and not inside out. I’m assured it will turn inside out at some point.

I do sport the occasional case of Pankles. (Poodle Ankles.) Fancy poodles sometimes have skinny, shaved legs with a giant round poof of fur at the bottom near each paw. No, I don’t have carefully coiffed fur around my ankles (or skinny legs, for that matter), but I do manage to retain an impressive amount of fluid in that general region. Hence, Pankles.

My joints are wobbly and a little sore, but my nails look great. Only one wedding ring fits. I’m the human furnace most of the time. The smell of meat cooking no longer makes me hurl. I will only tie my own shoes in public – which is a giant, entertaining production. However, in private, Jer does it for me. The baby kicks and moves around a lot. He’s changed positions a couple of times, resulting in a Loch Ness-type movement across my belly, but he hasn’t had the hiccups yet as far as I can tell. Hard to believe he’ll be here in a couple of short months!