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Assume The Position

We had our regular check-up today.  We got a sneak peak at the babe via ultrasound and confirmed that he is now head down.  I could have guess that, as he has been moving around like a mad man recently--so I figured he was moving from the transverse to the optimal head down.  Everything looked good.  He even had a full bladder--which is...interesting to think about.  We still have about a month and a half or so to go--so I am starting to get that,so close yet so far away feeling. 

I've been able to get a fair amount of 'exercise' in.  I end up walking or something for about 45 minutes, on average 5 days a week.  The change in the weather has been nice.  I much prefer taking walks outdoors.  Last night I took a cycle class, which is fine.  I gave up on push-ups for now, just because I am already uncomfortable, I don't want to risk injuring my back or something.  So mostly, just trying to stay moving for my sanity.  

I still have a bit on my to-do list which is nice.  I like staying busy.  My plan is to get the house squared away in the next few weeks and then spend the last few weeks getting myself squared away with grooming and pampering type things.  Mostly, I am just thankful for some fall weather, though.  The waiting game is much more tolerable when it is nice and not a billion degrees out,

Not a whole lot more to write home about.  So I will leave you all with that for now.  

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