I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday. I got stuck in traffic on the highway. Got off the exit and joined the rows of cars creeping along the road because the sun was so blinding no one could see. Found Christopher’s sunglasses which did nothing to block the sun and everything to make me look stupid. Saw the lane closed ahead sign but couldn’t get out of the right lane thanks to the crazy drivers of Nashville. Finally managed to get in the left lane IMMEDIATELY before avoiding a collision with the barriers that I couldn’t see because of the sun. Squealed into the parking lot 4 minutes before my appointment. Got on the elevator and pushed the button for the 3rd floor but it went to the first. Pushed 3 again and it went to the 2nd floor. Pushed the button again (really hard) and it sailed back down to the first floor. Wondered why I thought it would be a good idea to have children when they requir visiting doctor’s with possessed elevators. Finally made it to the 3rd floor.


All that to say I finally have some medical statistics to provide instead of “I’m getting round around the middle”. 

Size of baby: About a foot long and 11/3 lbs. 
Fun fact: Sesame’s taste buds are developing. Let’s hope for a good eater. Heart rate of 153.
Size of mother: I’ve gained 11lbs in the last 6 months. I still have time to expand like a hot air balloon.
Worst part of the week: Sesame barely moved all weekend.
Best part of the week: All is well in Hotel Womb. Turns out Sesame just enjoys being lazy on the weekends. I’m perfectly fine with that once he/she is no longer inside me. 
Other things I have to say: The most recent baby email to hit my inbox mentioned that I might be craving dirt or chalk. It even went so far as to inform me that “it definitely doesn’t mean you should consume them.” If someone needs to be told not to lick a stick of chalk maybe they shouldn’t be responsible for another human being.