the wiggler

milo started squirming in the doctor's waiting room this morning (perhaps doing his wake-up stretches?) and hasn't stopped all day. the ob had to chase him around with the doppler to get a 15-second measurement. every time he thought he had him nailed down, *bloop!* he moved away again. measurements were all good, and the ob was reassuring about his heartrate averaging in the 140s these days by reminding me that the bigger the animal, the slower the heartrate: the slower heartrate is a sign that milo's growing.

i was a bit startled to step on the scale last night and find myself up seven pounds, after my weight had remained even the whole pregnancy. i was braced for a lecture today, but my ob was cool about it. not great, he said, but my weight's been stable until now, so it's not too bad. damn easter candy.

in the end, i didn't bring up induction dates. i've cooled off about it over time, mostly because i don't want to jeopardize milo's wellbeing. justin also made a good point this morning - i should save the fussing for when i really need it, at the end. and he is right. i hate that.

so an ultrasound in two weeks, the glucose test and another regular checkup in four weeks - and then we're in the final stretch. hot damn.

milo is laying low today - not laying low as in being mellow but as in swinging as low in my pelvis as he can. on the plus side, it's so nice to feel him moving so much, and to know exactly where he is; on the not-so-plus side, i'd appreciate it if he'd stop repeatedly banging my cervix with his finger or toe or elbow or whatever it is. it's annoying the crap out of me, and he's wasting his time. he can't come out until he's done baking. because i say so, and i'm the mom.