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Blogging when you don't have any significant update is difficult. But I haven't been on here in ten days, so I feel some nagging responsibility to check in. I'm still here, I'm still pregnant, it's still hot as hell and I'm still freaked out about impending parenthood. (Though I'm desperate to be done with pregnancy.)

A few things that are getting me through this final month:

1. The pool. Always my sanctuary, swimming still feels wonderful even though I'm S-L-O-W. I'm even over how scary I look in my Speedo and have ventured back to my Sunday masters practice. The outdoor, 50-meter pool is heaven and if I look closely after a workout, there's still a little tricep muscle to be seen. (Plus it does wonders for the water retention in my ankles.)

2. The Olympics start this Friday. Enough said.

3. One part of being an old mom-to-be is you get to go to the doc twice weekly the last month. These visits include checking the baby's heart rate for distress and fluid tests. It also includes a weekly sonogram, which is pretty cool. The good news is, everything looks great. The bad news is, all the good news doesn't indicate any reason this kiddo is going to arrive early, so I get to practice patience.

4. Husband and I have decided every Saturday until D-Day is date night and are hitting up all our favorite restaurants. Saturday was La Bodega and it was just as tasty as I'd hoped. (Chased with a chocolate-peanut butter sugar cone from Baskin-Robbins.)

5. A sweet baby shower thrown by my co-workers. It really was quite touching how many turned out for this and I highly recommend working in education if you're having a baby. (Even dudes give you gifts.)

6. Air conditioning. I don't venture further than ten feet away from an AC vent at all times.

7. Actual appreciation for the fact this pregnancy was easy to come by and uneventful to maintain. An all-around sandbagger, I love to apply my cynicism and skepticism for the sake of a good story. My pregnancy has provided much good fodder. However, we have friends who's road to family has been drastically more difficult and less successful than ours. I know we're unbelievably fortunate and can only hope every woman who wishes to experience the craziness of pregnancy gets the opportunity. I also hope for their sake it's not during the hottest summer in the history of the world.

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