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Bigger and bigger.
We met with the mighty Dr. Betty Lee this morning and Lucy continues to grow wild and unchecked, like scrub-brush. Our August 19th due date might become a piece of fiction; Week 38 shall decide which type of birth is for us. If Lucy continues to grow but does not descend, as she has refused to do thus far, then the chances of a C-section increase. Apparently big babies don't like to leave the womb, they find it quite nice in there. Apparently they have Food Network and watch the Dog Whisperer all day.
A co-worker told me today that ultrasounds of almost-born babies reveal a smile, which they lose right after they're born due to shock of the real world. That makes sense to me, although we're trying to coax Lucy along with lots of walking, which can help trigger labor. There's also The Salad, which is served at a restaurant near us. The Salad is supposed to induce labor; Romaine, Watercress, Walnuts & Gorgonzola with a Balsamic Vinaigrette. Can watercress do that?
Excited doesn't begin to cover it.
Lucy is due to show up anytime and Sarah & I are giddy. We just took Lee to the airport; she was here for a week of Final Preparations. Lee is lovely, one of our favorite visitors, and a genius when it comes to the topic of Where to Put Things. Every visit to L.A. features Lee making our apartment more beautiful-er, both inside and out. She and Sarah share a love of gardening. You'd think it was genetic, but my folks like that stuff too and I, as their genetic inheritor, regard the out-of-doors as a big, sweaty bug-house.
This trip took care of Lucy's bedroom, well, wait. It took care of the whole apartment, garage included. It takes a certain kind of dedication to clean out your kid's garage, I think. I don't know that I will have that in me -- get ready to pick up your own bike, Lucy-Loo. But Lee has that and more. Lucy's stuff is all organized; they went so far as to organize her clothes for the next two years, which we have thanks to the generosity of our angelic family and friends. I thought I was good when I alphabetized my DVD's. Feh. I got nothing on these two.
We had a few conversations about Sarah and Michael as kids, which is a favorite topic of mine. I love thinking about Sarah as a little girl, what she was like and how Lucy's going to be like her. At an early ultrasound I caught a momentary glimpse of Lucy's profile. I swear to God and Batman and chocolate chip cookies that she looked just like Sarah and I thought I was going to burst out in a river of joyful tears. The idea that Lucy could be a little Sarah running around makes my heart melt. But I will declare it right now: I am the bad cop.
(Sarah thinks I am wrong. She's right.)
