32 Weeks
8 months today. I insist on counting that way. Actually, one of the funniest phone calls I ever got was from a girlfriend who said, “Nobody told me it was 9 full months!” I felt so bad for her, but she was so funny. And I think it’s completely fair to walk around for a month telling people you’re nine months pregnant. After all, once you get there anything can happen…
Yeah, I’ve got a bad case of wishful thinking. I’ve also got a lot of house left to clean. Another girlfriend warned me that at about this point I’d start in with the early nesting stuff, but I’ve come to believe that the 8 months bout of cleaning isn’t nesting at all. It’s sheer panic. I could have a baby in as little as a month, and though it will likely be longer, I don’t want to count on the extra time. (I don’t want to be 100% ready, either, though, because if I am she’ll show up late just to mock me. Heh.) This house *still* looks like we just moved into it, which in cosmic time we have, but in normal-people-time...well, it’s past due to actually be organized. Sheesh.
This ought to be an interesting week. Tomorrow marks the beginning of the extra monitoring I’ll be enjoying, with the first of many non-stress tests. The schedule as it currently stands is NSTs Mondays and Thursdays and ultrasounds Tuesdays. I’ll report back on how it goes. Seems like rather a lot of fuss to me, but it’s also kind of neat that I’ll *know* that she’s doing well, and if she’s not, she can be liberated from her mean old mommy promptly. The wonderful thing is that at this point there’s no reason to suspect that there will be any problems, so I can relax and enjoy it. Or something.
Anyway...time to fix supper. More updates as news is available. 
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