April Fool's

This has been a pretty lame April Fool's Day - I've neither played nor been played anybody's fool, but the night is young and I may still be able to trick Mr. R with this one: "Honey? I think I'm in labor." Good one, Christy.
Yesterday was my 30 week check-up. I haven't gained any weight since the beginning of February but my Doc doesn't seem concerned, and the baby is certainly growing. I'm going biweekly now, and at my 28-week visit, I measured 28 inches. This week, I measured 32, and the doc laughingly cautioned me to slow down, said I was too small a girl to have a big baby. I think she's looking at 37 inches as a good measure for labor/delivery. I hope someone tells this to Audrey.
My mom asked the doctor if she could determine the baby's position, and she said, "Of course I can, dummy, I'm the OB/GYN" which should keep my mom from asking any more dumb questions in the office. While it's still early days, she's head down. I hope she's comfortable :-)
It's funny to re-read this post with all of its pregnancy lingo and know that some day, I will look at this and not have the first clue what any of it means. By then, I will be on to some other lingo - soccer or dance or PTA or teen slang.
For better or worse, I bet that the rest of my life will be as sharply defined as the lingos I will use to describe them.