37 Weeks - BIG BABY!

My wonderful and amazing parents are FINALLY here! At my 37 week appointment, which they got to attend, the doctor measured my fundal height (my uterus, for those of you who don't know that ... and, obviously, it's a totally normal thing for many of you NOT to know that!) and normally the numbers coincide with what you week you are in. For instance, I was 37 weeks, so my height should have been at 37. As soon as she measured, the doctor looked at me with an astonished look on her face and simply exclaimed, "BIG BABY!" My fundal height was measuring 41! That's FOUR WEEKS ahead of schedule. Luckily, my mom was there to explain that big babies ran in the family (nine, ten, and almost eleven pounds to be sort of exact ... the nine pounder being myself) so the doctor, I believe, spared me the lecture about my diet and we happily chalked it up to genetics. Hold on, gimme a sec as I wipe the spilled ice cream off me. Dr. McKnight quickly wrote me a prescription for an ultrasound so that we could get an estimate on just how big this baby really is.

The next day, my mom, dad, and I (as well as the awesome new video camera we got for precious moments like these) went to the ultrasound and got to see our little guy! Damn, I am still too used to saying "little"...we really can't call him that anymore. The ultrasound technician measured his body parts, and everything was measuring right at 37-38 weeks, except for (for those of you who recall the post I wrote at 18 weeks, you may be able to take a guess) .... HIS BELLY! Belly was 41 weeks!! Oh boy...genetics at their finest. His beer belly has made an appearance 21 years early. After the measurements were taken, the estimated fetal weight was..... drum roll, please.... 8 pounds 2 ounces! BIG BABY!

Seeing the little chunker in 3d was amazing. I needed that ultrasound, as I have been so caught up in the anxiety of becoming a mommy, the impending labor, getting the house ready, dealing with aches and pains, and the instant I saw our boy, all of that just went away, and pure love replaced all doubt. It doesn't matter anymore that my feet hurt the moment I step off the bed in the morning. It doesn't matter that the house isn't spotless. All that matters is getting him here safely, holding him in my arms, and kissing the crap out of all fifteen pounds of him.

Please feel free to watch the video Grandpa Schoville expertly filmed of the little fatty. Technology truly is amazing these days.

Also, I see the doctor again next week, so maybe we will have more of a game plan about delivering this chunky monkey. The doctor did already say she won't induce me early, and that's fine with me. Ideally, he will just come on his own soon, but God already has a plan on how he will make his entrance, and I'm just try to go with it, whatever "it" is!

More next week ...