Tom and I went for my 38 week checkup today at the doctor. All is well! Rowan's heartbeat was great, he's in the perfect head-down position, and is growing well according to my tummy measurements. The doctor says any day now I have his permission to go into labor, so we'll work on that. I'm suffering from a mild case of work-nesting: trying to finish up every possible thing I can at the office before I become totally preoccupied by our wonderful new arrival. This bothers Tom slightly, as it probably would any husband, because it's surely normal to want your very pregnant wife safely at home doing domestic things as the arrival of your new baby looms. I'm not fitting that role too well right now. But, I AM about to go make dinner.