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Last week on Wednesday we had our 38 week ultrasound, which, technically speaking, was actually our 37 and a half week ultrasound, but who's counting at this late stage in the game? As if it matters how far along I am, because I'm pretty certain this baby's never coming out, that this is how I'll look for the rest of my life and that my only consolation is that at least such a thing as a cute maternity outfit actually exists in this world so I won't have to sacrifice what little vanity I have left. But I digress. Dave always has two questions whenever we have an ultrasound: 1) Is the baby still a girl? and 2) Is there still only one in there? The answer to Dave's questions were two emphatic "Yes!"'s. As a bonus, Chocolat is measuring smaller weight-wise than Henry was at this point, so with any luck her delivery won't be quite so, um, gruesome.

Yesterday evening I had my weekly check-up and was lucky enough to see the mid-wife who has been so good to us. The practice I go to lost one of their mid-wives last month (sadly, she was the other person I really liked)(also, to clarify, she left the practice, hopefully for brighter horizons; I just realized how gloomy it sounds to say "lost"), so the last three visits I've had to meet with Dr.'s, which is not necessarily my preference, especially this close to having Chocolat, which made it extra-nice to touch base with her again. I'm making some progress, but not tons, so it looks like right now we're on track with our due date. She also reiterated that I should definitely call her when I go into labor and she made a note on my chart that my next appointment should be with her, so I get to see her again next week. I could've hugged her.

So, that's the boring pregnancy update, which ultimately could have been summed up thusly: still pregnant; getting bigger and grumpier by the second. The end.