Surprise, surprise...this baby is in the 67th percentile according to my ultrasound today. It isn't huge...just my belly is huge.
I've been doing my best to "take it easy." It isn't easy.
If only Dan got my face in this photo! You would see I'm making fun of these photos. You know...the photos that are either too cute or weird or sexy or psycho all centered around a pregnant belly. Don't know what I'm talking about? GO HERE. My favorites are the watermelon and gun photo and the beach ball photos that an awesome adoptive family took.
Here is another "on my belly shot." The baby's quilt. Now, all that is left, is the peaceful hand stitching of the binding.
This baby is threatening to come early. The short story is...12 contractions an hour, short hospital stay, dilating to 2/3, and some medicine to stop the contractions. Rest assure...all is well with tiny baby Lapour and it's Mama. I'll just be taking advantage of the situation. I'll accept all food offers (thank you to Lori for saving the day and my sanity) and all other offers that will let me just sit on the couch and finish that quilt.