Yesterday was my weekly appointment. Allow me to, once again, proclaim my love for my doctor.

Let me shout it from the mountaintops, or at least my front door step: I love her.

Despite her smoking hot good looks — I have no doubt she thinks I’m one of her most creepy patients ever because I’m always staring checking her out — she’s just genuinely an incredible person who tries to be present and aware and, come on now, she practices daily meditation.

We were a match made if there ever was one in the world of gyno/obstetrics. I mean, I don’t even care that she stares at my vayjay and really — just how many people can you say that about now? Hopefully not too many.

Now onto the deets, the good stuff of what happened yesterday.

I started with an ultrasound, the final one, I was told — to confirm positioning and do a last weight check. People. I am carrying around 6 pounds and 6 ounces of BABY in this front load. OVER SIX {and a half!} POUNDS of child.

Holy hell. You mothers of twins and other multiples, seriously — I am bowing my head down to you right now. Because I just don’t know, how you do it with another one in there. Particularly in the case of full term twins who are at normal {birth} weights. That is just. Craziness.

The ultrasound tech and my doctor both think The Babe will put on another POUND within these next two weeks. No wonder I’m so damn tired again all the time. They both have referred to this being, a small baby, but what is SMALL about 7.5 pounds, is what I want to know?!

Apparantly the average birth weight of babies is now over 8 pounds, so hey, it could be a good half a pound or more worse. I just know that birthing anything over 8 pounds sounds pretty damn terrifying.

Personally, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that there is another half pound gained. Come on out, kid, and then feel free to pack on however many pounds you want. Until then, let’s keep things on the slightly slower weight gain end.

All systems, organs and the heart looked fabulous. Everything measured right on target. I still didn’t get much cooperation in terms of good photoshoot angles, despite my stern talk on the way to this appointment, to be on tip top photo ready behavior and turn that face towards us. A baby in utero who doesn’t listen. Imagine that.

But don’t think babies aren’t aware of what’s going on in there. They totally are. I am convinced of it. I’ve decided they’re already their own teeny tiny person, with a clear personality and mindset. To hell with cooperating, they say.

I say this with 90% certainty because yesterday, as I was asking  for our little babe to be so kind as to move for the screen, there was a distinct SMIRK. Not a smile, People. A smirk. Unmistakable. As though this kid were saying, ha! Kiss my ass, mom. I’m not moving.

I immediately called attention to this and the tech backed up the recording to look and sure enough — there was that smirk. It was one of, if not my first, proud Mother moments. Good for you, be defiant. Have your own ideas. But oh my … what have I gotten myself into with this one?!

While I thought everything was good to go from the ultrasound, my Doctor McDreamy, let me know that my fluid level has dropped. I was stunned, because I’m averaging 14 glasses of water a day over here. But that doesn’t have {in my case} anything to do with my fluid.

So. There will be yet another ultrasound next week. Which actually works out wonderfully, since Maman will be here and finally will be able to come with. If my fluid levels have dipped any lower {I’m right on the normal/not normal line}, then she mentioned the dreaded “I” word.

I plan on all being fine and no need for an induction … from everything I’ve read, it really is not ideal, however, I’m obviously not going to jeopardize the well being of my baby. Put the good thoughts out there for me, will you?

On the other hand, I’m thankful I don’t have high amniotic fluid levels — as this is what enables babies to turn late in the game and continue “swimming” around in there.

McDreamy is confident my babe will make no position adjustments and seeing as head is down in the exit hatch position, we should be good to go. There’s no room left to move now.

I’m also starting to dilate. Doesn’t that word just sound gross. Ugh. But good to know my body is doing what it’s supposed to be doing.

I feel like I’ve been in training for a marathon and I’m now coming down to final race time. My most important thing right now is staying focused and positive on having a healthy, happy and safe birthing.

Game ON, People.