I am officially 40 weeks and 3 days. A far too lengthy pregnancy in my opinion. Chris and I went for my final ultrasound and nonstress test today. Everything looks good. The baby is doing well, fluid is good, and she seems to be looking like me or at least that is what Chris thinks. Every ultrasound tends to paint a different picture so one can never know for sure. The biggest news of the appointment was that our child is a giant. I called a few family members to take a poll on birth weights. The results are as follows: Chris--8 pounds, 0 oz.; Mom--8 pounds, 2 oz.; Dad--8 pounds, 10 oz.; & Lisa--8 pounds, 13 oz. When Chris told me his guess first, I about kicked him. Talk about pain!! Anyway, to our surprise or sadness (depending on who you are talking about), the doctor informed us that I am carrying a 9 pound, 3 oz. baby. Yay! I will be birthing a watermelon! He, of course, told us that the measurement isn't necessarily 100% accurate, but more or less an estimate based on head & stomach circumference, as well as the length of the femur. We'll see. I am 2, nearly 3 cm. dilated and 90% effaced. I have an induction scheduled on Friday the 13th in case I don't labor naturally. This brings me to the next point--Friday the 13th??!! Chris and I already feel that we are naturally unlucky, so are we predisposing our child to the same misfortune?? Time will tell.
Yes, indeeedy do. 0.0 is exactly the amount of weight I lost this week. Irritating! Here's the breakdown: number of times I cheated on my diet--ZERO! number of times I worked out--FIVE!! (running, no less). Now that is a mean, mean slap in the face. After I picked myself off the floor and resisted the urge to throw the scale through my window, I've come to realize that it is time to call in the big guns. There will be no messing around. Through a very valuable (HA!--sense the sarcasm) inservice this year, I've learned that I am "Green," meaning logical, research based, problem solver, mathmatical thinker. I am applying the same thought and strategy to my 'get fit' adventure. There will be no relying on the treadmill to tell me how much I've burned. That thing lies, LIES, LIES!! Take for example, the fact that each time I worked out, I burned at least 300 calories--most often 350, my pulse was around 87 (which is pretty much a near death resting ...
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