I met with my doula on Tuesday, the same day I had my 32 week OB appointment and my first chiropractic in two months. She is as lovely as ever and I am very much looking forward to her attending me during labor. Her rates have gone up in the past two years (she was bargain basement cheap before, and now she is charging more of what is standard) which we weren't counting on, but she gives all repeat clients the opportunity to pay at the rate their first birth was OR pay her new rate (which is double). This is such a blessing for us, we have no qualms about paying her what she is currently charging but our finances have been tight lately and if, for some reason additional funds don't come through, having the chance to still use her at a rate we can afford is wonderful. At this point, barring unforeseen catastrophe, we'll pay her the current advertised rate. She's worth every penny for the help she gives me in labor!

The OB appointment went well enough. Our little stinker was breech, as I'd suspected he'd been for about a week, but they won't be concerned about positioning until about 36-37 weeks, when they'll begin discussing things like an external version to turn him. Fortunately for me he seems to have turned back yesterday with some coaxing, and I am pretty sure his feet are once again firmly lodged in my ribs. Yay?

My blood pressure was solid at 120/78, his heartrate was beautiful. Unfortunately for my heartburn and hips my fundal height (uterine size) is measuring in at 37 weeks, or full term. That is over a MONTH ahead of where it should be measuring, and a little jump in relative size from last month's appointment. I always measure a week or two ahead during pregnancy, but five is a bit excessive. However he is moving and seemingly in perfect health, so I am just bracing myself for him to be squishier and chunkier than his sisters by a pound or two. They were 8 lbs 14 oz and 8 lbs 4 oz, respectively, at 42 and 40 weeks gestation, and I would not be surprised if he was well over 9 lbs on his due date (unless he comes early). I like chunky newborns, they are less fragile feeling and generally tolerate the first few weeks better than their younger, lighter, less mature counterparts. I'll take a little longer stretch between feeding for pushing out a bigger baby, thanks!

So despite being 32 weeks, my body is essentially at full term. This makes me feel a bit better about feeling SO pregnant and 'done', in terms of physical side effects I am! I would love for him to bake to 37-38 weeks, minimum, as much as another month or so sounds SO far off, but I will be a little surprised if he comes post-date, like his sisters. The downward pressure, alone, I hope will precipitate a timely labor. It's wishful thinking on my part and I am fully prepared to go to 41-42 weeks before any talk of inductions, but a little earlier wouldn't bother me at all ;) My doula will be out of town from my 39-40 week stretch at a conference, so I would have to be seen by her backup doula, and that further incentivizes going the second or third week of September as opposed to the end of the month. We'll see, as with all things God has a plan for this, too!

We posted my car for sale on Craigslist and have had lots of interest but people keep flaking out on viewing/testing it. Any good thoughts you could send our way to sell that sucker would be appreciated, and also insure my doula gets her full due. Other than that, this week is just ticking by the same as ever. My health and weight are not on the forefront of my mind, but they are automatic in the periphery of life. I don't think about weighing each morning and recording it, I just 'do'. I don't debate whether to log my meals, it's automatic. In fact, it is jarring when I am in a situation where it isn't convenient to do so, because I've been doing it so long now! While I am eager to get started on moving and weightloss post baby, to try and make my year-end goal of 189.0 for our insurance switch, I'm also feeling okay right where I am. I am pumped to get healthy, but unless something catastrophic happens I can honestly say I am pretty proud of myself for how I have maintained throughout this pregnancy. I didn't take the easy way out and 'eat for two' without caring or counting, and I made a concerted effort to keep up my activity until it wasn't prudent to do so anymore.

Effort and attention to my health is the best I can ask for, and I am where I need to be. That's enough for the time being :)