Week: 40 weeks, 3 days, 11 hours…. (Just a little bit of “get this baby out of me” humor!)
Size: He’s a little pumpkin, weighing in (supposedly) at around 7 1/2 pounds, and over 20 inches in length.
Name: Lil’ Caramel
Maternity Clothes: This week’s motto is “a jersey dress a day keeps the doctor away!” Wait…I think I want the doctor on this one.
Food Cravings: True story: I did just have my first “send James to get Cara her craving STAT” order on Saturday night. The end result? An In-n-Out cheeseburger, no onions, with fries. Demolished.
Currently reading: Secrets of the Baby Whisperer; Baby 411; Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close + a few others, along with the zillions of magazines I finally read/weeded through this weekend.
Most interesting fact: Although people say there are many different ways to get a baby out, let’s be honest: the little bugger’s going to come when he darn well pleases. And he’s happily cooking inside, so despite our best efforts, we haven’t met him yet!
Feeling: Bored! Who knew that one would come? I’m on day 4 of maternity leave (day 6, if you count the weekend), and although I’ve refrained from having a check-off list of things to do, I’ve obviously done things here and there to bide the time. But with seasons 1 and 2 of Downton Abbey complete, although I know I just need to relish in this quiet time, I’m just terribly bored. [This, interestingly enough, is combined with what my friend Mindy and I equated to the week before one’s wedding: no one wants to step on your toes, just in case the baby’s arrived or you’re in labor (or in the case of a wedding, because you’re too busy…), so they check Facebook to see if he’s come, but don’t necessarily call or stop by. I get that – to an extent. But I’m telling you, people, call! Stop by!] Nuff said. I shall now get back to relishing in the quiet rest of the NOW, knowing that it won’t be present for about, oh, 18 years.
Missing: sunshine. Summer finally hit San Francisco (i.e.: in rolls the fog…)
Anticipating: Le bebe – I have an appointment this afternoon, so we’ll see what the OB says about the due date.
One last thought: the really, really good news is that we know he’s coming THIS month, in fact in the next week and a half even. Booyah!0