At this point of the pregnancy, ten days until the due date, I am getting weekly check-ups to see how everything's going; as ever, apparently everything is fine with Eva and she passed her non-stress test (which was being done because 36 is so very ancient to be having your first child) in record time this week. Last week she wasn't keen on co-operating, so this time I came prepared with a chilled drink to wake her up a bit first and that really did seem to help.
After the appointment today we have met all four of the doctors at my OB/GYN practice now, which means we'll be somewhat familiar with whomever is on call when I go into labour. Of course, we don;t get to choose who that is, so now I'm trying really hard not to rank them mentally, because that would inevitably mean that the doctor I want the least will be on duty that day/night. Fortunately all of these doctors have been perfectly professional and pleasant, so any slight preference is purely based on how much I like them personally and nothing at all to do with how compotent they are, so I do feel confident in placing myself in their care for the delivery.
I've now decided that I would definitely prefer Evalyn to be about a week late, so she's born in early September. Naturally this means that she'll be decide to early, because she already picked the hottest summer on record for her gestation period and the first week of the semester for her due date (yes I'm aware I may have had some involvement in these decisions, but I really feel she had a bit more in-put), so clearly she is a comedian.