And 17 weeks - just like that.
I'd like to share with you this evening a brief anecdote from my latest doctor's appointment. It goes a little something like this:
Well, first, you need to know that our OB has copies of the pics from Sam's birth in her office. The one of Biggums McBoy being freed from my cavernous insides is a 5 x 7 next to her computer. Apparently 11 pound babies don't happen often without diabetes so he's like a trophy for her and her mascot. Those are all her words not mine. I love my doctor. She "gets" us.
|Biggums McBoy in all his first breath glory.|
I make light of the situation to the nurse because that's the kind of giving person I am. I laugh off the excessive second trimester weight gain and say "ooooh iz gonna be a big one".
She immediately launches into the pre-programed comfort speech about how mom's weight doesn't dictate baby's weight, you're fine, you look great, yada yada yada.
I cut in with "You know that picture of the huge baby in the doctor's office?"
"OH MY GOSH?! IS THAT YOUR KID? ARE YOU THE 11 POUND BABY LADY?"
Why yes, yes I am.
We had a good laugh. Apparently that picture is "famous" at the practice and rightfully, Sam should be. He's amazing. I did reassure her that he had grown out of the one eyed pug dog phase of life, much to our chagrin.
And that's when she admitted that there was definitely already talk about how big this baby would be and probably a nurses pool would happen by the end.
I couldn't be happier. I wished her luck in her weight guessing and I meant it.
The biggest difference between this pregnancy and last: weight vs. gender. No one cares if this kid is a boy or a girl. I'm rarely asked what I think, what we guess, or when we will know. If 10 people are each allowed to ask one pregnancy question to me, nine ask how big it's going to be and one asks about gender. With Sam, it was 20 weeks of boy, girl, boy, girl, blah, blah, blah. This pregnancy might as well be held at a Weight Watchers meeting because that's the only other place where people are as fixated on weight as they are with my uterus.
Fine by me. It's a riot. My doctor said she's secretly hoping it's a 7 pound dainty flower baby growing inside me and then she laughs and says "but doubtful". Apparently, babies grow pretty much the same until 20 weeks. From there, they start making their move so it's going to be awhile before any real baby weight guess can be made.
My final weight guesses can also be saved for another time as well.