baby girl
So after a few weeks of energy surge, I'm now lagging. And lumbering. And laboring. To do the most menial tasks. I figured it's just because I'm in my 8th month...and - heavens - I'm 35 now! Well, today's doctor's appointment gave me one more reason for the slow-down.
I had a let's-see-her-approximate-size-because-she-feels-big-when-I-measure-your-stomach ultrasound this morning. And guess where my baby girl is at?! Mind you, I'm 33 weeks pregnant.
5 pounds, 5 ounces.
Wow.
Serious wow.
Jim was excited because, frankly, tiny babies make him nervous. He thinks the bigger they are, the less likely they'll break. I was initially stunned because I'd convinced myself that my *girl* would be smaller than the boys were (at this rate, however, she's likely to outpace them!). But then I was excited when my doctor strongly encouraged me to be induced at 39 weeks.
Absolutely not a problem.
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Hang in there . . . you are so close.
Jim's preference for big babies cracks me up.
p.s. mine were each successfully bigger...I always felt like the last one stretched my insides just a little more so the next one had a little more room to keep growing. Totally scientific, no?
I could really tell the difference between being pregnant at age 24 and at age 34!
We could possibly have our baby's at the same time!
I am so excited for you and this new gift!! What a blessing!