I can't believe how far Sam has come and how big he is getting - emphasis on big, but we'll get there. All in good time.
Not to beat a dead horse here, but I still can't believe where we are at and how close we are to meeting this little guy, and where this journey to Sam has taken us. Obviously, we all know what a miracle growing a human is, but actually getting to watch it happen has been bananas. And I mean really getting to see it happen from basically the very beginning.
We have literally been watching Sam grow since Day Five.
This is him as a Day 5 embryo, called a hatching blastocyst.
Can you believe this becomes a human? And said human is growing inside me?
And then we had a slew of early, early, early ultrasounds that are routine for IVF but definitely not routine if you are "normal", which we are so very not.
This is Sam at 6.5 weeks in his Rango phase. Apparently, he is a big Johnny Depp fan.
Evidently, Sam was not photogenic at Week 7.5.
And Week 8.5.
Chuck calls this series "Sam: Through the Ages".
Ok so then we got to ceremoniously leave the fertility clinic's protective custody for the real world of one or two ultrasounds and then the baby comes out. As scary as it was to leave our doctors for new ones, it was an amazing feeling to be treated like a "normal" pregnancy.
So we got the standard 10 week ultrasound and then the 20 week and figured the next time we'd see Sam, I would be in a bit of a bad way and Chuck would be handling the Susie meltdown he's been prepping for the last 12 years. Like a final meltdown exam.
But this week, we got a little IVF bonus gift. There is a very, very, very minute increase in the risk of heart defects in IVF babies so they do a later ultrasound to make sure everything is fine. This ultrasound caught us a tad off guard, and thusly was a little nerve wracking and there was some light hand wringing, but we (I) made it through. And good news, Sam passed with flying colors AND we got one of those creepy 3D ultrasounds out of the deal.
Sorry if that offended you. But they are kind of creepy. However, as you would expect, Sam was adorable.
I can't believe that this:
Is now this:
You want the definition of miracle? This is it.
(I love the fact that even before my kid is born I can blow you up with pictures of him. Just wait until I have him in hand. Good luck everybody.)
Here is the gem of information we found out with our 30 week ultrasound. Sam is measuring about three weeks or so ahead of schedule, is in the 97th percentile for weight and 93rd for length. He should weigh a little over 3 pounds at this point, but they are estimating him at about 4 1/2. Big boy. So about that May 10th due date. Anyone really think this kid still has 10 weeks left to cook?
I mean, I knew he was big and I knew I was going to have a big baby. The Fe had big babies, and Chuck was a tank at 10 1/2 pounds and 23 1/2 inches long. The doctor giggled at my 28 week appointment - always a comfort - and said she'd gestimate that I'm having a not so mini-Chuck. I did not appreciate actually seeing physical ultrasound measurements that confirmed this. Yikes.
When do we want to start taking bets on when Sam will join us? Or should we just stick to how big do you think he will be? Or rather, how much bigger can I get? I'm officially preggasaurus rex.