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Week 35/40

Dear Little George,

If you are still measuring 3 weeks ahead you weigh about 6.8 pounds and are over 19 1/2 inches long. You've completely dropped which looks really funny and seems like it would be a very uncomfortable place to be. Your head is pushing directly on my cervix which sends me sharp stabbing pains whenever you move. We're supposed to have an ultrasound next week to check your position. I'm looking forward to seeing your squished face but it isn't necessary. Your hiccups pinpoint your location very well.

If I were not working, this experience would be less embarrassing - standing still all of a sudden and waiting for your movement to cease before continuing, making sure that my pants are in fact covering the essential areas whenever I stand, lumbering around like Frankenstein when I first get up from a long period of sitting. Alas, it is probably the work that is keeping me sane. I find that I can't draw and focus on your imminent arrival at the same time. Deadlines loom in front of me like chocolate carrots. If I can just make this next one. OK, one more! Maybe I'll get to the end of this project (due in mid December) and maybe I won't.

The distraction is nice even if it doesn't last long. You have a way of making yourself known and, really, I like knowing you are around.

Love,

Mama

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