In the ultrasound I got to see some of his baby fat rolls, I caught him practicing breathing, and the ultrasonographer pointed out that he was making fish lips and practicing suckling. It would be so like a part-Orca baby to be practicing eating before it's even born.
As of next Tuesday, I'll be full term (I just read that full term is anywhere from 37 to 42 weeks and here I am touting that knowledge like a pro). Am I ready? I guess as much as I can be. Is Z ready? As much as he can be. Is the dog ready? I'm guess not, because his world is going to be rocked. Is the house ready? Steadily getting there. It's funny when people ask me if I'm ready because I'm pretty sure they all know the answer, that being that you can't be ready, really. Right? How can you be ready for a new life to suddenly come into yours and basically take it over for a while? We're not installing a new bookcase, we're having a baby. Nuts!
Although now is when Jooner is supposed to be packing on the poundage, I still haven't found myself the victim of any bizarre cravings. I'd have to say that I haven't had any cravings at all, really. Ok, except for the craving that I've been having for KFC for the past few days. But that craving ebbs and flows even when I'm not preggo. And I have to say, I didn't realize it until now just exactly how preggo I look:
Blam! Did you see that coming? I've definitely got the pregnant lady walk going - leading with the hips with the belly hovering in front like some lateral shark's fin. Jooner's there, lurking, just waiting for him moment to break the surface!