This week I am officially full term. 37 weeks. This means, I can have our baby anytime now in the next 3 weeks. A scary yet happy thought. Scary thought: Are we really ready to be good, responsible, example-setting parents? That's more a long term worry. In the short term, am I really ready to go through with the whole 'labour' rigmarole? I haven't really pictured the whole scenario in my mind as yet, which is not very consoling. Packing bub's and my bags, washing and disinfecting baby's new clothes, getting the cot accessories set up and contemplating writing the infamous birth plan have all been fighting for undivided attention. Happy thought: The long wait is finally coming to mean more than just the number of weeks pregnant we were. I simply can't wait to see those smooth little toes and fingers for real now. I have a 100 different images in my pregnant, slow head re how our baby will look. Lean and sober like AE or short and bubbly like me? Pouty hot lips or thin dainty ones? I don't beg to differentiate the nose as both AE and myself are quite geometrically blessed in that regard. A head full of hair like Papa or a bald plate like Daddy? Funny images indeed and I can go on and on. :)
On more technical matters; at the last OB appointment, Dr Bellingham felt I was a bit big for size. So off we went down the corridor to 'weigh' our not so lil one. It turned out to be an approximation and 3.2 kgs is not too bad (I think). Hopefully I wouldn't have it too hard. Well, let's wait for Bellingappachan's pearls of wisdom at our appointment next week.