Seems I have a very patient child. That or she's convinced the way out is by climbing my rib cage. I keep telling her that's not an exit, but she doesn't listen.
But she's growing. Which I already knew. She's getting heavy.
And that sums up the results of my visit to the Tot Doc today.
Oh, and I would just like to confirm that after watching that show about the family with 19 kids last night, I have no intention of deciding at the last minute to have a home birth. No way, no how. I want my kid surrounded my doctors and nurses and very expensive medical equipment when she arrives. I am in no way qualified to determine if she's perfectly healthy aside from counting fingers and toes. I'll gladly pay somebody with more education than I every wanted to give me that report.