37 weeks down and 2 weeks to go.
Or less. 2 weeks or LESS! I'm officially full term as of today so really, Sullivan could come at any time. Spencer showed up at a smidge early so who knows how this will go? Honestly, while me and my body are anxious for him to get here, I do like that everything is scheduled. I'm not really in the mood for any surprises. And I want this kid carved out as planned. I have zero interest in pushing him out.
Today, he's the size of a smaller watermelon. Approximately 6.5 pounds and 19 inches. And I'll say "approximately" because Spencer came a week and a half AFTER this and was only 6 pounds 1 ounce, 20 inches. I have no clue how Sully will measure...but I'm guessing bigger. I'll make an official guess next week.
He's basically just hanging out in there. Sucking this thumb, blinking, practicing breathing, practicing for life in the real world after he gets evicted. And of course, he's boxing my insides and currently has the hiccups. He's just growing at this point and is probably as ready as I am for him to join the family.
My bag is packed. Spencer's bag is packed. I'm working on getting the house in order so I don't come home to a train wreck. And today, we're sealing the deal that we are actually the parents of multiple little ones: we're going to look at a mini-van. It sounds funny and lame but it's actually really sweet and who doesn't like a new car? We're a party of 5 now...it's our only option. Goofy as it may be.
4 days until our next doctor's appointment.
9 days until our 3rd wedding anniversary.
14 days until the C-Section.