Yesterday marked 37 weeks, which means I'm officially full-term. I guess this means that this whole delivery thing could go down any time now, although I'm pretty sure it will be later as opposed to sooner. I'm just so amazed that a real-live baby...my real live baby...will be entering the world very shortly. This pregnancy has gone by at an astonishingly fast rate.
One way I've marked the passage of time in this pregnancy is by football season. When I got my positive pee-stick, we were in the midst of playoffs, and now a whole new season has started. On Sunday, I was quite happy to get back in the Sunday routine of watching the Seahawks play; I just wish the game hadn't gone so very horribly. No amount of yelling or pleading on my end could produce a receiving or running game, an offensive line capable of blocking, or decent punts. Granted, I was not optimistic before the game given recent injury reports, but at times it felt like I was watching my high school football team play. And keep in mind that my high school football team holds the infamous distinction of losing the most consecutive games (about four years worth) in state history.
Now all three starting wide receivers are injured, which leaves us with three rather green back-ups who appear incapable of actually catching a pass. However, rather than seeing this as a problem, I see a career opportunity, as I'm pretty sure that a 9 month pregnant lady with a fear catching a ball (I close my eyes when a flying ball comes towards me) could play the position better than these guys.
Oh and in other news, one comment you will not be receiving from me is that I'll keep everything crossed for you. It seems that my sore, swollen, sausage like fingers no longer allow for such gestures. Good thing I took my wedding rings off months ago.