Picture Day Was a Bust!

Today was Rowdy's 28 week picture day.  He was just as uncooperative today as he was 8 weeks ago.  He was moving around so much that it made getting the measurements difficult for the tech.  Of course, he never turned in the direction we wanted him to turn.  He just won't show us his face.  I do think I saw a quick flash of an eyeball before he covered his face with his fist again.  He was not so shy at proving his manliness. 

He is by all measurements a perfect little boy.  He weighed in today at 2.7 lbs, which puts him in the 49th percentile.  I'm not sure what that tells us, but the doctor seemed very pleased by it.  Apparently, my placenta is in good shape, so he has a happy, healthy little condo to incubate in for another 3 months.

I still feel great most of the time.  I have pretty much quit sleeping, but I suppose that's just Rowdy's way of getting me ready for all the nighttime feedings.

We are slowly getting the house ready for a baby.  We have a tour of the birthing center in the hospital scheduled for next week, and I am officially pre-registered for admittance.  Somehow, the list of things to do seems to grow rather than shrink, but I realize (in my more rational less hormonal moments) the baby will be just fine with nothing more than a place to sleep, food, and diapers!