Looks like Phoebe may be getting a pretty big little brother.
This is a "complication" (I wouldn't call it that) that we did not see coming. Everyone who asks me how far along I am mentions that I look so small to be so close to my due date. My weight gain has been right on track with what the books say, (and up until recently a little less). So when the doctor measured me last week and said that it looks like I have a 7+lbs baby already, I was a little surprised.
I had an appointment today, and he said the baby seems to be between 7.5 - 8 lbs already. He scheduled me for a sonogram to do an estimate on weight on Wednesday.
This is kind of a funny twist in the pregnancy. He was breech until very recently, making me think I was going to need a C-section. I came to terms with a C-section, and actually felt relieved about delivering that way. Then the baby turned, forcing me to think about getting this baby out of me the natural way. I went back and forth for a while trying to justify having a C-section anyway, for fear of child birth. A few weeks ago, I really had a peace about having a vaginal birth, and was looking forward to having the baby placed on my abdomen immediately after birth. I was super excited about gaining some mobility after the baby is born. It is so much harder for me to get up and down, and turn over in bed, and get in and out of cars and bathtubs. I was looking forward to delivering the baby, then being able to flip over in bed easily. I had actually visualized pushing the baby out, and then them placing him on belly and getting to meet him with an accompaning sense of accomplishment knowing that I delivered this boy. I thought about how proud Jarrod would be of me after going through that ordeal. Now, I am looking at the possibility of a C-section again.
Yes, I know many women who have delivered large babies vaginally (my mother being one of them... and with no pain medication, sorry mom). I also know that I am not too keen on anything traveling through that area of my body in the first place, let alone if it's too tight of a squeeze. The doctor that I use recommends a C-section for babies who are over 9lbs.
So, we'll see what the sonogram has to say on Wednesday, although those aren't entirely accurate. But, if the doctor thinks he's large with his 25 years of experience, and the sonogram confirms his suspision... there probably isn't much chance of this being a nice 6-7 lb baby. When I took the paperwork to the receptionist to schedule my sonogram appointment, I saw on the sheet that the doctor had written as the reason for the sonogram: "Clinically large baby" YIKES.
In other news, I feel pretty ready for him. My mom was in town over thanksgiving, and came over on Friday to help me get everything organized and washed and set up in the baby's room. At this point, I don't think I need anything else! (I am waiting on two packages in the mail 1. a miracle blanket that some friends insisted is a great investment 2. my restoration hardware goodies from my hostesses at my shower!!) We have installed the car seat in the car and it's being checked by the fire department tomorrow, his diaper bag is packed, his clothes blankets and towels are clean, his bottles are washed, his drawers are organized, his clothes are put away. I don't have my hospital bags packed, although I don't think I'm in any rush to get that done, seeing as though the baby has not dropped yet, and I'm only barely .5 cm dialated. I guess the baby heard it was getting pretty cold here. He's nice and comfortable in his warm little bubble and doesn't seem to be in a hurry to arrive. (honestly, I think I'm in that comfortable bubble too. I realize that I have NO idea how drastically life is going to change in a matter of days from now.) But...
I believe in a sovereign God who decided to open my womb at this particular period in my life. He will provide the best exit strategy for the little guy. He has been preparing Jarrod and I's hearts for parenthood... and although I have my fears, I know that the Lord has given me the strength to endure both childbirth, whichever way it happens, as well as motherhood. He has provided me a great support system, and a cute little puppy. What more could I ask for?
Enjoy the pics and video: