Today's doctor's visit was very informative to say the least.
I went in and the doctor first answered my questions. When I asked how big she was, she had me lean back and she measured the belly as I continued asking my other questions about off center belly buttons and stretch marks. She paused and instead of giving me a measurement, she said "Hm.. she's measuring bigger than normal. I'd like to do an ultrasound to check it out." To which I replied, "Well, I did want a chubby baby." Doc didn't like that comment too much. She checked Joanna's heartbeat (160ish) and sent me back to the waiting room to see if an ultrasound tech could see me between appointments.
40 minutes later I'm laying on a table with jelly on my belly looking at freaky pictures of my unborn child. Ultrasounds are both exciting and confusing. I have no idea what the shadows and wiggly lines meant. Every now and then the tech would explain things to me and say things like "good" and "looks fine". I tried making conversation and she wasn't too keen on me interupting her work. I got to see all four chambers of her heart, her circulation in her umbilical cord, two kidneys, two legs, wiggly fingers and toes, a large head, and even a little bit of hair! It was really neat to have such an indepth look into the health of my baby girl.
When I asked her, "Can you tell how much she weighs?" and she waved her magic jelly wand around on my belly, punched in a few numbers, and told me 6lbs and 3oz.
Wait. What? My "little" girl currently weighs 6lbs 3oz?
That's right folks! My kid weighs at 33 weeks what 50% of babies weigh at birth!
After the 15 minute ultrasound extravaganza, I went back into the waiting room so the Doc could analyze the ultrasound and determine if there was any additional course of action needed. I waited and waited, possibilities bouncing around in my head. "Will I get to see her much sooner?" "Should I be worried?" "Will this be a September baby??" After waiting another 45 minutes, I could hear her come to the outside of the door, flip through my chart and say, "wow, that is a big baby!".
She came in, confirmed Joanna's weight, and made sure I didn't have gestational diabetes. Because "little" Joanna is already large and in charge with 7 weeks to go, my doctor said I should anticipate having a 9 pound baby. A NINE POUND BABY. I couldn't help but have a huge smile on my face - I was so excited! Doc was surprised at my smile and made sure I understood that big babies increase my risk for a C-section. "Whatever is best for her is fine with me." There's a 25% chance that my Doc will actually deliver my baby so I just need to make sure my birth plan is written out with that understanding.