Almost There

I'm almost 37 weeks along now, and I couldn't be more happy about it.  I remember feeling this way with Cohen - that I literally couldn't get any bigger than I was at this point in my pregnancy.  But I did.   And I'm sure I will this time too.  I knew Cohen was going to be big, but not ten-pounder big.  I am hoping this little one is at least a pound or two less, though I will take another chubby ten-pound baby any day. I just don't want to have to be the one to deliver it.

I had my Dr's appointment on Monday and she said baby is head down and I'm already dilated to almost a 2 .  Yay!

This pregnancy has seemed so different from Cohen's.  It has FLOWN by.  I was so busy with finishing school and working with my first that I was really nervous about this pregnancy seeming like 9 years instead of 9 months.  But I now realize that a one year old keeps you a lot more busy and entertained than school and work.  Who would have thought?

Also, she is all over the place all the time.  I swear she is taking karate and dance lessons in there.  And maybe even some yoga.  She'll stretch into the weirdest positions and hold it there for a while (making me extremely uncomfortable), then slowly melt back into a little ball.  And the kicks and jabs are a lot stronger than Cohen's were.  A lot of the time it makes me jump, or yell owe! she kicks so hard.

I still don't feel prepared for her to actually come.  We have to find and put up the bassinet; finish painting the room her and Co will share; get a dresser for her clothes (right now they are all neatly folded and shoved in the bottom shelf of where Cohen's toys are kept); get out the pump, binkys and bottles (I am praying she latches better than Cohen did so I don't have to live on the pump again); and last, but not least, figure out what to name her.  It's getting pretty bad.  We haven't agreed on names at all.  But we didn't with Cohen either, and now I love my little Co-Bear's name.  I wish a good name would just come to me in the night and Joe would exclaim, "I love it!", and that would be that.  But, it usually goes something like this:

Me: "What about the name _______?"
Joe: "Ewe.  I had an intern with that name a few months ago and she was super annoying, and not very smart.  And it just sounds like a name for someone overweight."

Okay then, I'll cross that name off of my list along with the other 200 you have instantly shot down.

I have a feeling Joe's going to get his way again with choosing the name of our child.   Because heaven forbid I choose a name that will make her not smart and have weight issues.