9 months.
I think that they make the gestational period for a human 9 months long because by the time said human has reached 9 months, she doesn't even worry about the birth part because she is so tired of the pregnant part. At least that's how I feel now. I don't want to complain too much because, other than the fact that I kind of look like a gorilla and have cankles, the whole pregnancy thing hasn't been so tough. I am pretty thankful, given horror stories I have heard. However, things have gotten more uncomfortable (especially sleeping) and the novelty has worn off. I just want to meet the little guy. I just want to stop worrying that everything will be okay. I know, I know, you never stop worrying but I would like a new set of things to worry about!
Anyway, I had my doctor appointment on Tuesday and I was measuring at 40 weeks, even though I am only 36. After feeling around the baby, the doctor said that, though there is certainly room for error when you are merely feeling the baby, he felt like he was 7-8 pounds already. Given the fact that Dad was 12 pounds at birth makes us think that she may be right. So the next steop--next week, we have an ultrasound to better determine his actual size and then the course of action. That means either he's smaller than they think and we'll just proceed normally, or he'll be big and we have to make a decision on a C-section. I am willing to do whatever to ensure this little Munchkin gets here safely. And it sounds like there are some pros to it: I'd get to go a little early, the planned date would be set and I could better plan my life and job, it's quicker, he'd have a nice, round head, and I'd get to spend 8 weeks with him instead of 6. I'll do what the doctor says but the choice, if I am given one, doesn't seem to hard.
Other than that, we are finishing things up this weekend. We are headed out to buy all the stuff that we need for his arrival, we have to prepare the final touches for his room, install a car seat, kittyproof the crib, and pack our bags, among other things. This is truly an exciting time right now. I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas. But it will be better than any Christmas I've ever had. I simply can't wait to meet our little guy. I hope he's as excited to see us!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
34 Weeks!
Dear Baby Boy,
I can't believe you are almost here. It seems like I have been pregnant forever but I can now say that you are due next month! Celebrating New Year's this year was especially meaningful. First, because Dad and I know that our times of crazy partying may be over, or at least put on hold for awhile. Secondly because 2009 is your year. I thought I would be more nervous and scared about your arrival--well, mostly about the birth part. But right now I am seeing it as a means to an end. I am simply too excited to meet you to think about what labor may be like.
I often wonder what you are going to be like. How will you look? Will you have Daddy's big shoulders? Will you have his beautiful skin tone? Or will you get stuck with mine? Will you, against all genetic rules of dominant and recessive traits, have my green eyes? Will your hair be straight like Mommy's or curly like Daddy's? Will you always be ready to smile and laugh? The only thing I am sure of is that you will have very dark hair!
What will your personality be like? Will you be calm and easygoing like Daddy (I hope!)? Or will you be high strung like Mommy? My guess is that you will be more like Daddy in this regard. Though I feel you moving around all the time, you are always pretty gentle, like you don't want to cause too much of a stir. Will you love books? Will you be athletic like the both of us or will you be talented with music? Will you love football (like Daddy)?
Whatever you will be, you will be our boy and we will love whoever you turn out to be. We can't wait to expand our family. Daddy and I have always been so happy together and we know that you will make us even happier.
The only thing I am really nervous of is doing the wrong thing. I haven't ever been around babies so I don't really know when to feed you, when you sleep, etc. I know that I will make mistakes (and I'll bet you'll make some too!) But I promise that I will learn and that I will always be the best mom I know how.
So, buddy, I'm going to sign off for now. Keep wiggling and saying hi whenever you feel like it and keep growing strong. See you in a little over a month!
Love, Mom
I can't believe you are almost here. It seems like I have been pregnant forever but I can now say that you are due next month! Celebrating New Year's this year was especially meaningful. First, because Dad and I know that our times of crazy partying may be over, or at least put on hold for awhile. Secondly because 2009 is your year. I thought I would be more nervous and scared about your arrival--well, mostly about the birth part. But right now I am seeing it as a means to an end. I am simply too excited to meet you to think about what labor may be like.
I often wonder what you are going to be like. How will you look? Will you have Daddy's big shoulders? Will you have his beautiful skin tone? Or will you get stuck with mine? Will you, against all genetic rules of dominant and recessive traits, have my green eyes? Will your hair be straight like Mommy's or curly like Daddy's? Will you always be ready to smile and laugh? The only thing I am sure of is that you will have very dark hair!
What will your personality be like? Will you be calm and easygoing like Daddy (I hope!)? Or will you be high strung like Mommy? My guess is that you will be more like Daddy in this regard. Though I feel you moving around all the time, you are always pretty gentle, like you don't want to cause too much of a stir. Will you love books? Will you be athletic like the both of us or will you be talented with music? Will you love football (like Daddy)?
Whatever you will be, you will be our boy and we will love whoever you turn out to be. We can't wait to expand our family. Daddy and I have always been so happy together and we know that you will make us even happier.
The only thing I am really nervous of is doing the wrong thing. I haven't ever been around babies so I don't really know when to feed you, when you sleep, etc. I know that I will make mistakes (and I'll bet you'll make some too!) But I promise that I will learn and that I will always be the best mom I know how.
So, buddy, I'm going to sign off for now. Keep wiggling and saying hi whenever you feel like it and keep growing strong. See you in a little over a month!
Love, Mom
Baby Soto's Room
Over the two week Winter break from school, we had the chance (with MAJOR) help from my parents to finally prepare his room. We transformed the office into a nursery and I can't believe how much I love it. Blue walls with a darker blue ceiling that drops down about a foot onto the wall. Then Nonny (my mom's substitute name for Grandma) painted spectacular clouds on the ceiling. She gave Michaelangelo a run for his money. We also got the crib together and the rest of the furniture in. Now all we need is a baby and the room will be complete. Well, that and we need to hang the shades and valances!
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