I was actually a little disappointed by the news we got at our ultrasound yesterday: the baby is perfectly normal. Maybe a little part of me was hoping that they'd find something that meant we'd have to get that baby out RIGHT NOW.
This is the misery that is the final weeks of pregnancy- wishing birth defects or complications on your unborn child just to make. it. stop.
The baby is measuring at only 7 lbs 3 oz, and my doctor tells me that late-pregnancy ultrasounds tend to predict a few ounces on the big side, so we'll go with 7 pounds for convenience sake. At this stage, babies gain about a half a pound a week, so even if I went all the way to 40 weeks (Lord, help me), the baby would only be 9 pounds, which is not that big of a deal. I mean, it's still a huge baby, but nothing that would require me and this baby to part ways early, unfortunately.
Instead of listening to everyone who's predicting that I'm going to go early, I'm just going to accept the fact that I'm going to be pregnant and sweaty for 4(!) more weeks.
3 comments:
when I first read that, I though you meant 7 feet 3 inches. That's not small, lets get that baby out of there!
Huh. Thanks for the update and good luck!!
Whenever I ask when a baby is due, I always get the same thing: "Oh the baby is due in (early/mid/late) (month) but she's hoping it'll come early."
That last part is just redundant. I know of no woman who does not wish her baby to come early.
Good Luck!
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