Firstly, the pregnancy massage yesterday? Oh. Mah. Gah. It was awesome. I've had one massage before ever, and this wasn't even in the same universe. I walked out of there feeling a little less like a crippled pregnant lady and a little more like a gazelle. I also wish my Bubba could have been in the room to learn whatever it was she was doing with my hip area. I would have one once a week if it were in my budget. Delicious.
Secondly, I am not (get that? Not.) having a 10 pound baby. Whew! We had an ultrasound this morning to celebrate the end of our 32nd week and to make sure this baby isn't hugormous. She's not! She's perfect. Well, she's above average - the doctor estimated her size at 4lbs 8oz - and that to me is heavenly. All her parts work well, her heartbeat was 143, we got to see her legs working out some kicks. It's amazing all the things we can see with ultrasound.
We didn't get any cool ultrasound photographs, though, because she is so big now and I didn't really want a print off of the dark spot that is her kidneys or the little line that is her cerebral cortex. I'd rather have gotten a face shot, but of course she decided to turn to face my back just as soon as the tech was making her way to the face. Figures. Bubba thinks that she's already spiting me - she wouldn't show us her face in the other ultrasounds either. Sigh. Oh well.
Also? There was a bit of worry last ultrasound about a uterine cyst. It's gone now - no sign of it. YAY!
Thirdly, I finished this sweater
for Manda's Little Buddy. It turned out so cute, I think I have to make one for Tad now too.
Fourthly, I have a wonderful husband who is loving and supportive and kind and good to me and I am madly in love with him.
I am going to celebrate all of these things by calling my mother, taking a nap, and ordering pizza for dinner. In that order.