28 Days

That's it. Twenty-eight days, or four weeks, until we are the sole caretakers of an infant child. This morning we had the birth-plan visit with one of the midwives, Sandy. We basically said we have absolutely no idea what to expect during this whole labor and birth thing, and we're ok with that. As long as we end up with a happy, healthy baby at the end of it, the middle part isn't that important. Ideally, everything will go smoothly and we won't have to have any sort of medical interventions, but if not that's ok too. Our plan is to not have any expectations about how this is going to go since neither of us have been through it before. That way we can be fully present and aware of what is happening, and not be stressing out about what isn't. I feel much better about this non-planning after talking with Sandy. I thought we were just being delinquent parents by not planning the perfect birth, but she was very reassuring. No matter what anyone plans it seems to change, so if we don't have any preconceived notions about how it is "supposed" to go, we won't be disappointed. 



The baby's heartbeat is strong, and baby moves ALL of the time. Also, baby is the right size for this stage and in the right position. My fundal height is 35cm or 37cm depending on who measures it (it's supposed to be about the same as the number of weeks along you are). Apparently my pelvis is very shallow, so they're not really sure where to start measuring near the bottom. Since I'm 36 weeks, and that happens to be the average of 35 and 37, everything is all good. I've had a few Braxton-Hicks contractions sporadically throughout the week, but thankfully nothing nearly as regular as when I was in the hospital a few weeks back. 

No pictures this week, sorry. We just forgot. And I wanted to get this post done while the lasagna was finishing baking before Joe got home. We are working on putting together an awesome playlist for bringing with to the birth center. Any suggestions?