36 Weeks, 5 Days (Aug 11 2010)
The closer we get to D-Day (D for Dana), the faster time seems to go by. I think this is probably a good thing since I am feeling less than 100% (unwieldy, hot and sweaty, sausage-fingered and swollen-ankled) these days. We are slowly chipping away at the list of things we need to do:
- We still don't have a changing table. Pottery Barn Kids says the chest of drawers is ready but the top part which makes it also a changing table is on back order. We were given August 14 as the magic date, but that's in 3 days.
- Nan mailed us the cradle on Monday and it arrived today. This is the cradle that Bela made (and had published in Fine Woodworking's Design Book Four). It is so beautiful and cheerful -- I could not be happier that Dana gets to use the same cradle, where her father and aunt slept as babies.
- Still working on getting a consultation with a pediatrician, as we continue to play phone tag. This is not encouraging behavior from someone we will want to return our calls right away.
- As for work responsibilities, I have all but made it through my last close before maternity leave. I have one more piece to finish up by Monday. After this, the job will be to transition responsibility to my replacements as smoothly as possible. Except for the new girl, who starts August 23 (2 days before my anticipated last day in office), everyone has been trained.
We have the 37-week doctor's appointment tomorrow. This is the last appointment meeting the other doctors in the practice. Next week we go back to seeing my doctor. So far the OB I like best in the practice is the one we met last week - he was friendly but professional, on time but not rushed. When we were listening to Dana's heartbeat, he looked over my belly and said "Hey, no stretchmarks!".. to which I replied, "Not there, anyway." He got a kick out of that.
As of last week's appointment, I was up to 30 lbs on the weight gain. I'm fairly confident that most of what I'm gaining these days is water weight, since I'm about as bloated and puffy as can be (see "sausage-fingered and swollen-ankled" above).
Last thing: pictures. A couple from when we hung Dana's quilt over her crib, and some of her cute footie PJs and assorted clothing we got at Target a few weeks ago.
