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Firstly, let me say that although I have apparently turned into a big wad of bubble gum, I think I must look different in person. More dignified, I'm sure. And now down to business, I measure 11 squares today. Now before anybody starts calling and asking if I'm still eating enough (I had a hot fudge sundae last night after two dinners) and what the doctor thinks about me shrinking (she always praises my weight gain and encourages me to add more walks) and whether the baby is moving as much as before when I was gaining squares (Maggiver was positively trying to punt the hymnal in church this week), here's what's happening: The child is stretching out, instead of bunching up. This means that I'm not getting any rounder from side to side, but I'm still getting bigger from top to bottom. According to the doctor's measurements, from week 34 to week 36 I gained 2 inches of top-to-bottom-ness (so much more mundane than toilet paper, isn't it?). See? Growth still definitely occurring.
And let me say that I certainly feel bigger. I was talking to Bill just the other day about all the subtle seismic activity that has been happening in the neighborhood -- all the hills are much steeper than they were when we first moved here. My feet have also gotten further from my arms and the bed has lowered itself a considerable amount. Not sure what phenomena caused those. But, by gum, it hasn't licked me yet. I might just make it another three weeks.
