eight days and counting

This is Baby McJ's last ultrasound. The technician estimated that he was around 7 pounds already and right on track. This ultrasound image doesn't do his sweet face justice. On screen, he looks like a sleeping angel. In this picture, he looks more like the Jason on Friday the 13th or the "Scream" character.

I look at this picture and think of his saying, 'Enough poking already. Can't a guy get a little privacy?!"

Baby McJ likes to push back when the doctor puts the doppler on my belly to check the heartbeat or take an ultrasound. He also likes to run away (if that is possible in such close quarters) from the poking. The other day after work, you could actually watch my belly undulate as the baby squirmed for a comfy postion (he was probably doing that to freak Paul out I love seeing the look on his face when the baby makes my belly move!) My doctor tells me that March 11 will be delivery day (unless Baby wants to come out on his own earlier) as she doesn't want to take a chance on him getting too large. (His original due date was March 13.)

So, mommy and daddy-to-be are busying themselves with putting together baby gear (Paul) and washing baby clothes (Laurel). I woke up at a little after 5 a.m. today full of evergy so I straighted up our living room. Baby isn't even here yet and the living room was overflowing with baby stuff! I wouldn't let Paul put together the pack-n-play last night because the clutter was getting to me. Now there is room to move, so go to it Papa Paul! :)