Remember when I said, weeks ago, that my midwife measured this baby on the 10th percentile for size?
And remember when she said that if he didn’t grow, I might need to go in for a growth scan to monitor how things were progressing?
Yeah. Remember that?
Somehow I don’t think I’m going to need that growth scan….
…..unless they do it because they are afraid your stomach is going to EXPLODE because of the amount of baby you’re carrying.
Can you make sense of that projection? Can you?! Because my eyes can, but my head can’t. This kid is LITERALLY off the chart.
Can someone please remind me of how I said I don’t put much stock in these fundal height measurements? Because right now my mind is going to interesting places – bad places – places that fear the headline, “Woman in Britain gives birth to 20lb baby” with a picture of me craddling my toddler-sized newborn.
Weeks ago it was as if someone pushed a button and Autumn just was. There was that crispness to the air and the need to start to layer after a summer where we got to wear SHORTS and feel good about it (pretty significant for England).
We’ve got so much to look forward to in autumn. The food, Bonfire Night (that is an ACTUAL thing), traditional carnival in the Southwest, our annual Thanksgiving, celebrating six years of marriage, and of course, the arrival of this little one.
I feel my natural instincts kicking in that delivery isn’t too terribly far away. Today I spent hours de-cluttering and reorganizing our bedroom – and it.was.glorious. After doing my Big Night In post, I have this CRAZY desire to make S’more cookies. I want to paint. I want to do furniture renovations. My body is telling me to get this house ready and I’m glad I have (hopefully!) a few more weeks to do it.
And to spend time with this little monster once I begin my maternity leave.