Thoughts...in the key of me.

Hello, all! Just an update...I had another appointment yesterday (they're happening weekly now), and everything's going well. I've gained 24lbs overall, so that's right on the money...not too much, not too little. My blood pressure and other levels were good, and his heartbeat is strong. They ordered another ultrasound next week so we can tell how big Ridge is...she said that she would guess he's around 5lbs, but since I'm tall and long she said it's hard for her to tell. She would rather know exactly what we're dealing with as far as his size goes. So, we'll see how big he is! I'm hoping I don't have an 8 or 9 pounder curled up in there...haha...

In other news, I'm just starting to feel anxious in these weeks leading up to birth. I'm still doing a lot of reading about labor and delivery, and I'll have a couple of childbirth classes at the hospital to attend. Hopefully they'll be informative. I was thinking the other day that this whole process has been so involved- lots of emotional stress, feeling every emotion humanly possible, a lot of spiritual distress, and in these last couple of months the physical discomfort has kicked in as well. Allow me to use an outdoorsy analogy, because that's how I think: When you plan a hike or a backpacking trip, you look over your maps and information. You plan the best route to take, you consider the terrain, the weather, the local wildlife, etc. You pack your supplies, making sure you have everything you might need. Eventually, though, there comes a point in all the plan-making when you just want to put your boots on, get out there, and get muddy. I have reached the point where I just wanna get my boots muddy. I'm ready to go. But, Ridge will come when his body's ready. (Cool factoid: It's not the mother's body that initiates labor...it's the baby! When it is ready and fully developed, it secretes a hormone that starts the labor process. I think that is VERY cool...)

So now I learn to graciously wait...but I have my boots on standby.