thirty-seven weeks and counting...

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn.
- Dr. Seuss



We are just past thirty-seven weeks now... three more weeks until the due date, although the the little bug is officially "full term".  As of last Thursday, I was 1 cm dilated and, according to my doctor, the head is down and "in position" though not actually pushing against things yet.  I have no idea what that means.  She was also so concerned with the levels of swelling in my already sizeable feet that she almost sent me to the hospital.  However, while swelling can be a sign of preeclampsia, all of the other tests were negative (blood pressure, protein levels, blah, blah).  So apparently I'm just one of those people who happens to swell.  Fun. 

Charlie and I are still in the process of choosing a pediatrician, figuring out how to install a car seat, training the cats to stay out of the bassinet (electric shock therapy... we're cruel like that...), and deciding where to store the mountain of laundry that is currently residing in the baby crib (this is why there haven't been nursery photos yet... don't worry, they're coming...). 

This is my last week at work before my maternity leave begins.  I'm scrambling to finish things up and transfer all the necessary information to my co-workers before I leave.  I stress out a little about leaving projects unfinished and making sure all my records are in order and whatnot.  However, I also do a little Snoopy dance of joy every time I think of not having to pipette anything for four and a half months...