Quite a jump - 38 weeks

So I held off writing anything until now because at my last posting, Clark was in the 21st percentile in size and while the doctors were "watching the situation" I was "freaking the hell out."

I went in for an ultrasound yesterday and it turns out our little Clark had a growth spurt - he is now in the 50th percentile. Go figure.

While nothing but relief washes over me, my husband is losing his mind - and not slowly. He is anxious to the point of being short and sometimes mean. I am hormonal to the point of being exhausted and sometimes weepy. It's not a good combination, especially for a pair that hardly ever bicker or fight.

He wants Clark here NOW. We discussed induction with our high risk OB, but she said the hospital will not do it without good reason - restricted size is a good reason - but Clark is no longer in that category. I am grateful to have a baby so healthy that medical intervention is actually denied. My husband pouted all the way out to the car because he wanted a baby NOW.

So a compromise is in order. We will schedule an elective induction on my due date - Dec. 29 - with the hopes that he comes just a little bit sooner all by himself. That's just nine more days.

As for pregnancy stuff, I am scatterbrained and exhausted. Carrying around 50 (50!!!) extra pounds is weighing on me physically and emotionally. I can't get comfortable at night and last week I was so dehydrated that I had to spend the day in triage getting some miracle IV. I have all the complaints of a very pregnant woman - swollen feet and hands, I waddle when I walk, Braxton Hicks contractions, weepiness and moodiness. My belly button is gone - yikes.

But Clark is active and healthy with a strong heartbeat and all the right organs in all the right places. Right now I don't care when he comes - just as long as he comes.