Update

It's a cool, rainy day in Denver. Fall is definitely on the move here. The high today is supposed to be 58.

Since about February, I've gotten weekly emails from a baby website, detailing what's going on in that week. Today I got the 37 week one (we're 37 weeks, 1 day today). According to that particular site, the baby is now considered full term, and is gaining weight at the rate of a half an ounce a day. He's currently in the 6.5 to 7 pound range, and is probably about 21 inches.

This afternoon is our version (Latin nerd alert: from the Latin "vertere," which means "to turn"). So either he'll successfully flip, and we'll proceed the normal way and wait for labor to begin, or he won't, and we'll schedule a c-section. Either way, at the end of the day, we know something. That's exciting.

There are definite rumblings that things are changing in babyland. Jessa is having pretty consistent backaches, hormone surges (she felt one in the car the other day, she says, that's how strong they are), a stuffy head (oddly enough, this is apparently a sign), and random, crampy-type pains in her abdomen (not as dramatic as it sounds, but when you're reading tea leaves, you're reading tea leaves). And she's nesting like crazy. All of these point to what's coming. As Jessa said, "it feels like my body is getting ready to tack up the eviction notice."

Of course, statistically speaking first-time moms deliver 1-2 weeks late, so we could have another 4-5 weeks to go.