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Calgary Visit @ 34 weeks

Can you believe that?  34 weeks.  I'm going through this little bout of sadness that it's so close to coming to an end.  Just like with Nola, I love(d) being pregnant.  Although this one has been stressful, I look back and realize it has been a completely normal and wonderful pregnancy anyway.  The doctor even pointed out a visit or two ago that it doesn't even seem like LG is affected by the heart block...

I'm sure all women go through this however little or big... Is this my last child?  Is this the last time I'll have the pleasure of feeling a human being move inside of me?  Is this the last time I can gorge on crap and it isn't noticed on my waste line?

Nola has been growing so fast...  I want it to slow down...  Yes yes, like every other mother reading this.  So then, you know where I'm coming from.

I think the reality that it's coming to an end is also solidified by the need to start preparing for relocation.  Nesting and cleaning have become necessary and "to do" lists are everywhere.  I need to stock the deep freeze, buy diapers, new bras, wash clothes, pack bags for Nola and LG, myself at RMH and the hospital...  Coordinate the dog's housing (thanks Shannon), Nola's housing--thank God my husband is incredibly helpful.

The appointments were pretty low-key today.  We said "thank you and good-bye" to Dr. Stephanie Cooper who was an outstanding OB; helpful and friendly.  And in another building we got the standard ultrasound done on an EXTREMELY movey little monkey and saw how positively typical she is in all ways but for the 55 (and steady) heart beat.  Then, sadly we said "thank you and good-bye" to the amazing Dr. Fruitman who has seen us through all this from the beginning.  Will make sure she's on the list for a baby announcement :)

I wonder, "Who is this girl?"

Now, I still have received no phone call from Edmonton with a relocation/cesarean date.  This is slightly frustrating because RMH has called twice asking for a date so they can have room for us.  I called the Royal Alex twice and have not had a returned phone call...  All I can do is wait.  I do have to be in Edmonton on Monday to meet my new OB...  Dr. Billy-Rae Wong?  Hmm.  Interesting name.  Thinking Dr. Wong will set the date then if I haven't heard.

When I know, you'll know.  Such an experience for me.  I'm completely grateful you're sharing it with me.

:) Thanks for reading.

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  1. jeanette, I've been reading your blog and I wanted to wish you all the best in the next few weeks, I've enjoyed reading about your awesome journey, your an amazing chick!
    Andrea Prince

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