This morning, at my dr. check up, the dr. gave me one of the best compliments a pregnant lady can receive: "You're one of those women who people can tell is pregnant only from the front. You just have a little basketball out front!"
I laughed and thanked her for the compliment, which felt nice since I've been feeling like I'm about the size of a killer whale.
But despite how I may appear to just have "a little basketball out front," I continue to measure on the big side (I'm currently 32 weeks, but I'm measuring at 35 weeks). This has been true throughout this pregnancy; I've consistently measured a few weeks bigger than I am. This could mean I'm growing GIANT BABY, but it could also mean nothing. I'm thinking it means nothing.
I measured big throughout my pregnancy with Norah too, and at the end of my pregnancy with her, the drs. were making a big deal about how she was going to be GIANT BABY, and the ultrasound suggested she was, indeed, GIANT BABY, but it turned out that the u/s over-estimated her size, and she was an average size at birth (7 lbs, 10oz). My theory, and the dr.'s, as to why I measure big is that, conversely, I'm a small person. I'm barely 5 feet tall (and Jerry will make a snorting noise of derision when he reads that sentence because he thinks "5 feet" is my exaggeration -- on the tall side), and I have a small torso, so I think babies have no place to go, but OUT. Thus, I measure big.
Labor with Norah was hard, but it's not called "labor" for nuthin', but she didn't require any intervening methods, such as forceps, during delivery, so I'm not worried about Caleb being any bigger or more difficult to deliver. I may be small, but I'm built with sturdy dimensions.
And on the plus side, measuring big at least ensures that he's growing at a healthy rate!
In all other regards, the appointment was unexceptional, which is good because it means I'm healthy and he's healthy in every way.