Sorry it has been a while since my last post. I have had two really bad back-to-back colds that started two days after Christmas. In other words, I have been existing as one big fat germ collector for the past few weeks.

As I mentioned in my last post "Battle of the Bulge," I had an ultrasound on January 8 (32 weeks) to see why I was measuring big. The good news is that I am on track with my size and nothing is out of the ordinary.

Lydia is also at the size she should be, weighing in at 4 pounds, 7 ounces. I recently read that she is to gain approximately a half a pound of week until delivery, which would put her around 8.5 pounds by February 28. Yikes! Good thing I did not spend a lot of money on newborn-sized clothes.

This was my fifth ultrasound, and it was definitely the coolest. Randy and I got to see her lips moving and she had her thumb by her mouth. We even got a good look at one of her feet, which seemed rather large on screen. The fact of the matter is the poor kid is destined to have big feet as Randy wears a size 15 shoe, while I wear an 8.5 to 9.

Let's just hope her feet are proportionate with her height and she doesn't inherit my long finger-like toes. I remember how disappointed I was when I was a kid that my feet were always too big for the princess dress-up shoes. I also hated that I couldn't get Punky Brewster sneakers because they did not make them in my size.

As my delivery date gets closer and closer, I find myself wondering more and more about what type of person she will be and who she will look like. But ultimately, I hope she is healthy and happy ... and shows mercy on me coming out the birth canal.