32 weeks strong
These past two theater camps weeks have been rife with outings because we're already in the car dropping Ada off, so we just keep on keepin' on with errands. Covid-wise, I'm looking forward to the final performance this weekend, almost even holding my breath a little that Ada stays healthy throughout, because we'll probably go back to a lesser-extent lockdown until the birth. But until then, we got her surgical masks to wear while there instead of just her cloth ones, and the rest of us are taking advantage of mall trips and treat lunches, grocery shopping and playgrounds. Oh, and another checkup with yet another (final) ultrasound was scheduled for Friday the 30th; this one because I'm of "advanced maternal age" this go-around. (That's a lingo improvement upon "geriatric pregnancy" for every pregnancy when a woman is 35yrs+.) But neither the scan nor the appointment took place because I had 3 minor children with me; I'm only allowed an ...