We had our 28 week appointment. At 24 weeks, the doctor said I was measuring a bit ‘big’ and they wanted to do an ultrasound to check the growth. I also had the glucose screen which meant cutting back on my traditionally sugar-dipped diet for 2.5 to make sure I wasn’t at risk for gestational diabetes. This, actually, has been one of my major concerns. Albeit temporary, gestational diabetes has been cursed by many a mother I know. So, I went into the lab thinking sugar-free thoughts on Friday. We wouldn’t find out the results of the screen until later that day – after the appointment.
After the ultrasound technician did her thing, we met with the doctor. After some pleasantries (I love my OBGYN, btw) I asked how his measurements looked. Her response?
“You’re gonna have a BIG baby.”
How big? Well…at 28 weeks, he weighs 3lbs 4oz. Doesn’t sound very big until you find out that the average is 2lbs 2oz – over a pound less than where we’re at now. Now, factor in that babies gain about a pound per week during the last four weeks of the pregnancy – and I still have 12 weeks until my due date – you know what that means. That means this is gonna be a BIG baby. I asked if there was something I was doing that was contributing to the fetal Farmville, and the doctor reassured me that unless my glucose screen indicated GD – I may just be one of those people who has a big baby. Not to worry, though. She said that she would avoid letting him get to 9 lbs as that would make delivery difficult.
I would later tell Corey that we might be able to get on Good Morning America (or the local news, at least) if we could get him big enough. I mean – it’s August, slow news month, it’s possible. Kidding. Healthy baby, non-traumatic delivery plz. In the mean time, I’ve been training. I’ve been walking as everyone has urged and drinking water like it’s my full-time job. I’m going to try to tour the child-care services on campus tomorrow and follow my lead on a pediatrician. I feel incredibly blessed to have had such an uneventful pregnancy thus far. I’m headed down to DFW on Wednesday. My family hasn’t seen me since December so they haven’t seen the belly in the flesh, per se. They’ll get an eyeful as Elliott has OBVIOUSLY reached the size where those cute little kicks and jabs are now visible bulges and twitches.
Yeah. That’s still squicks me out sometimes. But I like the kicking. I really like being pregnant. The heartburn, no. But pregnancy has been pretty good to me thus far.
The jury is still out as to whether I’ll be kicking and squirming as much as Elliott during the SATC sequel.
