37 Weeks

Baby-G is now officially considered term, which doesn't actually mean anything. I think there's a decreased chance of her needing the NICU if born now, Alphamom says we're full term starting Week 38, but Wikipedia says that there's still risk of underdeveloped lungs/immune system/brain until Week 39, so I guess we're not fully out of the woods yet. Which is ok - she hasn't dropped/lightened(hah, what a term) yet, so I don't feel like birth is imminent, even though I'd like it to be. Lightening, when the baby descends into the pelvic cavity, is also called baby drop or head engagement, which is funny to read about because the phrase "torpedoes engaged!" comes to mind. Supposedly after lightening you can breath easier and eat more, but it's harder to pee and poo. This doesn't seem like a good trade-off to me right now, but it is a necessary one to get to the birth, so all I can do is wait for it and hope the phase doesn't last long.

It's been too hot (high-70s outside, so high-80s inside our place at 4pm) and I've been snappish for the last week. Luckily it has cooled down for the weekend, but temperatures are predicted to go back up for next week, and I'm hoping they don't. I've really appreciated having a gloriously cool summer, though SF tends to stay pretty stable temperature wise regardless of season, but hot days are very linked to grumpitude. I'm just thankful that our place has much more insulation than my old place - since old buildings in SF tend to have single pane windows, no insulation, and no A/C, my old top floor apartment had 20 degree differentials between outside and in, and I'd spend hot days lying on the kitchen tile trying to cool down. I've only had to do that once at our new place, and it's much more comfortable when you're not pregnant.

I finished up my last project at work, so I have a week to wrap up my year-review and organize/archive my files so that my team can access them, and then I start pregnancy leave next Friday. I'm already feeling bored. While I first thought "Sweet! Two weeks of vacation before the baby comes!" I imagined walking daily to the crazy-popular bakery a mile away and eating and reading, but now that I can't walk that far, my imagination is failing me on how I'm going to pass the time. I've definitely got tons of books to read, and Portal 2 (I saved it for this), and the ever-present internet, but I think a lot my minor activities are enjoyable simply because they're procrastination of work, and since I can't go play soccer or climb, I don't know what I'm going to do with my time. It kind of reminds me of being a kid and looking forward to summer vacation, and then realizing after a few days that you're bored and don't know what to do with yourself. The whole not-being-very-mobile or able to stand for very long makes much more of an impact on daily life than I've ever given it credit for. Just like everything - you only stop taking it for granted when it's taken away from you.