We went to the doctor yesterday. Last week he asked me to come in for another ultrasound just to check on the little guy since he was so large back in January. David and I watched the screen and saw a line graph with…um…high numbers. These estimates are so unreliable…but the ole doc said he’s anywhere from 8.5-9.5lbs right now and will probably continue gaining weight until I deliver. Apparently Jude’s still quite “husky.” They printed off a picture of his little arm. He has a fat roll on his arm.
Oh. I. Cannot. Wait. To squeeze a fat little baby.
Not much to say here on progress. Not even a Braxton Hicks contraction to be had. I feel fine…just a lot more tired than usual. I’m assuming that has something to do with this 30lb weight strapped to my stomach.
On Sunday, David and I went for a walk. I told him I wanted to keep going….so we did. It started raining. All of the sudden I realized that what used to be a short distance wasn’t so short anymore. Finally, I told ole hubs he might want to jog on home and get the car. And I’m not really exaggerating when I say that I thought I was going to go into labor on the side of the road. I just kept walking…because I knew if I stopped some frantic person would pull their car over and offer to take me to the hospital. Thankfully, I made it home and Jude remains inside - stockpiling food, apparently.
It does seem true that I cannot call anyone at this point in time without disappointing them. The first question is always “Are you in labor?!?!?!?!?!” It kind of dulls things when I just say “I was calling to chat.”
David finishes his last exam on Thursday…so we’re not a bit anxious to move things along just yet. But we are eager to meet the husky little man.