Full Term Duck

Duckface,


It's officially "Duckwatch 2011" at this point.


Your father is on point and ready. He even forwarded me the email he receives from babycenter.com updating him on pregnancy info. He did threaten me regarding a girl name for you last week, but I really don't sweat him attempting bodily harm on me. He sends me pics of you and your Mom when she looks particularly pregnanty. They took infant CPR (just in case, no worries) and when I asked your Dad about it his response was "If I need to give you CPR for some reason, is it infant or adult?". I made him promise to alert me the second your Mom has her first contraction. A few hours later, he did a "test" on me for laughs. I didn't. He's becoming a real jokester, that one. If I could, I would insert an eye rolling emoticon here. Then regret that immediately and remove it. Moving on.

Your Mom is pretty much the same. Gorgeous. Glowing. Nesting. Crazy. They had a hospital tour and sent me a picture so I can mentally grasp where everyone will be. I also saw your official photo shoot and your parents get more attractive every day. It's sickening. Every time I call your Mom I think she's going to be taking it easy and sitting down, but noooo. She's on her way to work or a dinner or interview or something. At this point, I assume you're going to be born somewhere on the 10 West or 3rd Street Promenade. Good thing your Mom works at a lot of hospitals.

Littlest Duckling, you are 37 weeks!!!!! Officially considered FULL TERM. You have fully developed lungs, you are around 7 lbs and 20 inches long. Now, you haven't turned your head down. I asked you to consider this last week. You don't have to do it right this second, but just start thinking about it. In the name of safety for all involved, I relented on demanding you arrive on Feb 13. Your Mom and I have now agreed that Feb 1 would be an ideal delivery date for you. Can you write that in your planner? It is my Grandmother's birthday, your Nana and Poppa will be there the next day, and it is 3 days after a super rowdy Around the World drinking party here, so my hangover will officially be gone. My worst fear is that you try to arrive during this party. Specifically the parts where I'm blacked out. Please don't do that.

Ok, well, good talk. I have to get back to other forms of time theft at work, so until next week, keep on keepin on, practice breathing and blinking, and get big, get big, get big!! And remember, you have my cell. If you decide to start your exit and your Dad forgets, call or text.

Eat you up I love you so xoxox
Me