Visited the Doctor yesterday, and he is not willing to wait for my little girl to come out on her own. She’s healthy, even more than me since I have a cold. But she’s big.  ‘Large for Gestational Age’ they call it. She’s 9 and half pounds, which is quite a bit past the LGA threshold. They say a girl is LGA once she’s 8 lbs 14 oz. We probably passed that last month.

It’s apparently not a problem for her to be big, but it’s a little bit of a problem for me. Then again, having her inside me is enough of a problem. The solution is to put some air between us.

So it’s scheduled for Tuesday night. I’m very relieved to have a known end date. And Chris is pleased to have a known schedule for this thing.

Stretched out next to him, I said “It’s amazing that you are just the same as you’ve always been, while I am so changed.”

He smiled. “I have a painting of myself in the attic.”

“Okay, good. I can’t be the only one suffering.”