Hospital Tours

My doctor's nickname is Careful Carl so when my blood pressure came back through the roof on Friday he quickly ushered me to the hospital. What was funny about this is that he asked us months before if we wanted to take any classes or tour the hospital. I am very organized and meticulous about most things but somehow when it came to the logistics of having said baby and getting around in the hospital I was as cool as a cucumber. You can imagine my surprise as I struggled to dial Matt's number on the office phone (oh yeah, this is the second time in my life that I forgot my cell phone at home--we don't know any numbers anymore!). I think I called Matt fourteen times and hung up, certain I was pranking some random person from the cramped office. The good news is, I made it the hospital where my blood pressure finally went down. We got to eat chicken fingers, watch Larry Crowne so in some ways it was like a date at one of those theaters where you can eat gourmet food and have a glass of vino if you fancy it. We tried to look on the bright side. On Sunday we returned to the hospital after eating our last solo meal at Mr. A's breakfast spot (read: greasy but lovely spoon). I didn't feel the baby move much and I was all worried about how big she was. Somehow this little peanut is so low that my belly is only measuring 35 weeks...anyway, the ultrasound revealed she is just fine and will probably clock in around 8 and half or (Lord help my nether regions) 9 pounds. My doctor said he has no idea how she is hiding in there!

 Big Brothers To Be!

 Cutest outfit ever. Thanks Tia Marisa.

So...what are the take aways from this post? Always memorize the most important numbers in your phone. Don't judge a book (belly) by it's cover...