Week 36

All is going well with the Wombat here on the last day of Week 36. We had our last major ultrasound earlier this week and the little thing is healthy as a horse. According to their measurements, it's also growing to the size of a horse. I have no idea how this is possible as everyone keeps telling me how 'tiny' I am (still). But the Wombat is tipping the scales at the 65th percentile of weight development for 36 weeks - as of this week it weighs in at 3.1 kg (6.8 lbs), which means it's headed for an 8-lbs weigh-in at birth. The obstetrician assures me this is no issue since I am tall. As long as it doesn't nudge up on the high side of the 8's then I am okay with that as it will be a fat, healthy little baby (hopefully!). The ultrasound photos aren't as clear as the 20-week photos because the Wombat is getting very squished but here are a couple of photos from our appointment anyway.

The ultrasound tech was able to determine the sex of the baby. Luckily we didn't find out. Most everyone is still guessing it's a girl although I have had a couple of random strangers guess that it's a boy.

I did have a beautiful dream the other night that one of my old buddhist teachers, named Hannah, whom I was never particularly close to and who died a few years ago, put her hands on my belly and declared I would have a boy. I was with other sangha members, whom I'd never met, in a beautiful green valley. It was a nice peaceful dream breaking up a long line of wacky dreams of late. Way better than the one I had early on in my pregnancy where I gave birth to a puppy. I was happy about that fact until I remembered that it was supposed to be a baby and not a puppy and then I got very disappointed. Glad I haven't had another one like that!