I had my 32 week appointment on Friday, but had to reschedule due to the doctor having to rush off for an emergency c-section. I rescheduled for yesterday afternoon and arrived on time to find that the doctor was off in surgery again. I decided to wait it out, reasoning that I'd gone to the trouble of getting a babysitter, the waiting room had an abundance of new magazines, and perhaps most importantly, nary a toddler in sight. It was a wonderfully peaceful 45 minute wait.
All is looking well on the baby front. His heartbeat is perfect and my belly is measuring 33 weeks (which could just be because I ate a big bowl of mac 'n' cheese before I went in). He's head down and engaged, which is something I already knew owing to the fact that I've had the pleasure of feeling his precious little noggin grinding away at my cervix sending shooting pain throughout my pelvic region for about two weeks now. A sensation I didn't get to enjoy nearly enough in my first pregnancy seeing as how Alex didn't drop until about 10 days before I had him. Apparently Baby 2.0 is locked and loaded and ready for takeoff. Sounds like both of us are anxious to get this show on the road.
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I asked John to come feel the baby move last night while he was forcing me against my will to watch a basketball playoff game. He's felt the baby move a couple of times before and when I asked him if he wanted to feel it this time, he shrugged and said "eh, I don't really need to. I've felt him before, I know he's in there. I'm good" So yea, that didn't really work for me. I want him to at least ACT interested, so I made him sit next to me on the sofa with his hand on my belly. John hasn't felt the baby for several months now, and I think he was actually surprised that the baby feels more like a solid thing in there rather than some anomalous condition making my belly jiggle. I think John was actually interested this time, he was poking around and trying to figure out what body parts he was touching. I think he may have actually grabbed the baby's knee or foot. I think the baby liked all the attention because he did quite a bit of wiggling and kicking and eventually ended up with the hiccups. All the poking and pushing John was doing to the baby was making me need to pee, but it was worth it.
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The first born has sadly developed a cough with an extra order of boogers which much to his dismay manifested itself in time to keep him home from swimming with his friends today. I'm trying to compensate by allowing him to splash wildly in the bathtub until he turns pruney.
The excess boogers have also provided Alex an opportunity to practice something his Papa Joe has been trying to teach him, to wipe his nose on his shirt. He is now a pro at wiping his own boogers, the downside is he's making all his shirts all crusty. Thanks a lot Joe!
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