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This week I'm at eleven and three quarters (by my count; 11 and 5/6 by others' more generous reckoning). The doc is still pleased with my weight gain and the baby's size gain, so all's good. And nothing that flops around as much as this critter is flopping can really be stressed.
Since my previous thigh experiment didn't really work, I'm going back to trying to influence just my belly. My belly button is stretching pretty thin, but is still decidedly an innie. Some people have called me crazy (to my face!) for being excited about the pop-out moment. But really, how many times in one's life does one get the opportunity to see the bottom of one's belly button? Meghan downstairs said hers didn't go until week 38, so I may have to be patient yet. But surely we'll soon get to meet.
I'm off now to meet Bill in the city. It's the first time we'll go to the hospital where I'll deliver (all my doctor's appointments happen at MIT). We get to go meet all the doctors who might be on call when I go into labor, thus we get to meet whoever it is who will be delivering the baby. Maybe they pass out their schedules so if I don't like one of them I can hold it in until they're off duty?
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