37 Weeks and a Wedding

Lynn at full term!

August 8 has been this milestone anticipated since sometime in late January. That is around the time that my sister picked her wedding date and I got on a calendar for pregnancy and realized that I'd be 37 weeks that day. Thirty seven weeks is considered full term, or when the baby is about as developed as it can be. No medical professional will try to stop your labor after you hit this magical 37 week point. It was also the date I set for myself to have a glass of wine. I figured I'd be just ginormous and it would be scorching hot and I would have deserved a beverage after 9 months of no wine or beer. In the end, 37 weeks seemed to come quickly and I'm not that ginormous. The scorching hot prediction came true with a vengeance. As the wedding party posed for outdoor photos after the 1:30pm wedding, the heat index was 105 degrees. There was no shade in the park where the photos were taken. I participated in about 2/3 of the photo shoot, then hung it up and went back to the air conditioned bus to cool off.

The wedding was a lot of fun, it was a weekend of activities that mostly went off without a hitch except for my parents having a flat tire on the way to the reception and ending up there almost an hour late. Selfishly- and of course I'm writing selfishly, this is my blog after all- one of the best parts was the opportunity to swim in my sister's new inlaws' in ground pool. I submerged myself on Friday night before the wedding when guests at the post rehearsal dinner party jumped in and again on Sunday during the post-wedding brunch/pool party. It was heavenly. I stayed in the water for hours, and it was totally worth it even though for some odd reason I have become allergic to sunscreen (every brand I've tried, even the all natural stuff!!) and have itched myself into a rash for the rest of the week following my layering of the stuff on Sunday. It was worth it.

I did have my wine!