Full term? Yikes.

Today is officially 37 weeks, which means that the Goose is officially a full-term baby.

That alone is a little bit daunting, but yesterday we went to one of those creepy 3D/4D ultrasounds, because we're impatient and wanted to see our little girl. All I can really say is that she's beautiful, and it's just slightly less creepy when it is your own child. (But it's still creepy.)

The tech who was performing the ultrasound confirmed a few things for us. First, she's definitely head-down, and pretty low into the birth canal. Which is what the doctor said on Wednesday, but it was nice to see it. Second, he showed us different body parts... here's a shoulder, there's a knee, this is her butt, etc, etc. What that did for us was send our hearts racing into triple digit paces.

Her ass is pressed up against my wife's diaphragm.

Sure, that's a little bit funny to those of us who can still breathe normally, but take another second to think about it... her head is halfway into the birth canal, and her rump is that far up? How freaking big is this child? Is she already 24" from crown to toe?

Combine her size, positional readiness, the doctor saying the cervix is "soft and ripe" (though still not dilated at all), and the fact that my wife thinks she's losing her mucous plug slowly... it all adds up to us being on high alert.

-A