As week 27 fast approaches, I’d better get in my weekly missive for 26. As I mentioned briefly before, the glucose test went well. I don’t have gestational diabetes. Everything else in the appointment was fine, too. The doctor measured my uterus — it was already measuring 28 centimeters. I asked what that meant, and he said, “That means it’s big.” I think it’s supposed to be 1 centimeter per week, so that means we’re running 2 weeks ahead, growth-wise. He also listened to the baby’s heartbeat, which was chugging away.
Not much more to report, really. I had two people this week tell me I wasn’t really showing. One guy was surprised to hear I was pregnant and said something like, “I never would have guessed you were 6 months pregnant.” What I want to know is…. is that supposed to be a compliment? It’s like saying, “You don’t really look pregnant, just fat.” *Sigh* (A woman in my office — herself nearly 8 months pregnant — was the second offender.) Maybe I’m just being too sensitive.
Probably the most exciting news is that we’ve got a couple of leads on day cares that might be suitable, which is something a relief. Actually, the real relief will come only when we’ve got a spot reserved. There’s like a crazy rat race for day care spots in this area, with 1-2 year waiting lists (and $1000/month plus fees) incredibly common.
And speaking of rat races, we’re meeting with a realtor Saturday afternoon to discuss house buying.
