Jul 31 2001
The doctor's visit went well.
The doctor’s visit went well. I’ve gained nearly 30 pounds (gasp!) and am measuring right on target. The baby appears to be average in size and weight. He’s not going to be the monster baby that I worried he would be. The doctor also confirmed my suspicions: he’s most definitely “dropped.” My cervix has started to efface and is about one centimeter dilated. She believes he might come a little earlier than my due date. I certainly hope so! I’m tired of being so uncomfortable and ungainly. Not that I’m going to feel like a million bucks right after delivery OR be much smaller, but I think I’ll feel like I’m one large step closer to feeling better.
Robert and I celebrated our wedding anniversary yesterday. He took me out to a wonderful restaurant down on the waterfront. We reminisced over the last year’s highlights and speculated on all the good things to come. We even spoke about some of the things we were worried about…our little fears about parenthood, work, etc. It felt so good to talk to one another like that. Sometimes, it escapes our attention that we haven’t really been communicating with one another. We just assume that the other person knows what’s going on inside our mind, when in fact, there is no way for him/her to do that. We also talked about how much more deeply in love we are than we were a year ago. We’re so lucky to have found one another!
