Updateroozki

Yesterday I had my ultrasound and today I had my follow up doctors appointment. Everything went really well! I loooved seeing her on the screen although it was a bit tricky because at this point in a pregnancy you can't really fit much of the baby on the screen so it was tid bits of her at a time. We did get a really good look at her face and she even stuck her tongue out at us which was SO cute! She definitely has chunky cheeks! So cute! Anyways, I was really curious her size since the doctor said she would probably be putting weight on faster then normal due to the high sugar levels she is exposed to. At my appointment this morning Dr. Sorenson informed me that she is currrently estimated to be 6 and a half pounds already. WHAAAAAAAAAAT! Obviously that is give or take because it can't be EXACT through an ultrasound but still. I could potentially have 5ish weeks left! She would be HUGE! Doctor thinks most likely I will go early, and he wouldn't stop labor if it happened anytime after 36 weeks. That is in a week and 2 days. I'm not saying I am going to go into labor at exactly 36 weeks because I doubt that...I'm just saying that if I DID...nothing would stop her arrival and that is in a week and a half!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would prefer her to wait until 37 weeks, that gives me a little more time. Maybe she will be born on my Mom's birthday, wouldn't that be fun? Great birthday present, a granddaughter! My placenta is welllllll away from my cervix so that isn't an issue at all anymore. Which is relieving. Doc and I went over my documentation of my blood sugar levels etc and instead of testing 6 times a day he said I only have to check 3 times a day. Or 4? Jeesh now I can't remember and that is kind of important. Dang prego brain! My next appointment is a week from Monday. He is going on vacation next week so he wants to see me right when he gets back. Sounds good to me. Also, while I was in the waiting room at the clinic, I was gandering outside and all of a sudden an old man is going down the middle of the the road (main street mind you) on a riding lawn mower with his oxygen tank attached to the back along with a sign that says "gittn r done". I literally almost shit myself. If that doesn't make one feel like they really do live in the middle of bumfuck wheatfieldville, I don't know what would. I finally got Cody to paint my toenails last night. It look A LOT of convincing for a couple weeks at least. I couldn't take it anymore, and he finally gave in. It was just the cutest thing. He was being so precise and trying to do such a good job. A) I have like NO nailpolish choices and every single one I do is so old. Therefore, the polish was like..clingy weird stringy like. B) Cody didn't realize that he was working with the worst possible polish. C) When I would give him tips on how to do it, he would reply saying that he knows what he is doing because he touches up cars at work all the time. SO the same thing, right? Anyways, the end result was mediocre. My right foot looks pretty okay, my left foot looks like shit! Nail polish all round the nail and ugh, just terrible! I told him he did a GREAT job though of course! He is so sweet!!!! Just love him to pieces I tell you!