Weekly doctor's appointment this morning. Everything still looking good. For some reason I thought they were going to check my cervix, but I was wrong so I got half naked for nothing. Apparently Dr. Labban doesn't check until your due date (although I still think that he said 39 weeks last week and that he'd check it today). He would have checked it if I asked, but I don't really care because it doesn't really mean anything.
In other news, this baby is so low my maternity shirts don't really keep him covered anymore. So I'm super sexy walking around with the bottom pointy part of my stretch-marked belly hanging out. Oh, yeah.
Also, for weeks I have been saying I thought our little one would come early and I thought he would be born on January 23rd. I guess my mother's intuition was wrong on that one. Still right about him being a boy though! Although the odds may have been in my favor on that "guess."
Anyway, for now we're sitting tight trying to convince the baby that birthdays are fun and he wants to have one. So far, no takers...
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