We did the ultrasound first today, and Baby Alien is measuring well in his amniotic fluid sac o’food. The tech said that they like there to be a minimum of 8cm of fluid and he’s comfy in 10.25 or something like that, so, yay! I asked if she could tell how big he was and she chastised me a little, saying that the order was only for the amniotic fluid check, but she’d check anyway. He’s about 7.5 lbs (!) and measuring about a week ahead, in the 81st percentile for size. Yikes!

The non-stress test went well too - he moved around appropriately and had good resting and moving heartbeat rates. All in all, a nice visit.

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Now, if I could get one goddamned night of sleep that was longer than 5 hours, that would be just peachy. Lord. I am overly hot, wanting the apartment to be an ice box, and cranky to boot. I have been putting in late hours to get shit DONE and I’m tired of it. I’m just tired and cranky in general. Bleh. My pelvis feels like it’s going to split in half and walking is just so uncomfortable.

He’s coming, and so soon. I am both excited and impatient, and not ready at all.