So I’m officially 37 weeks (yay full-term) and after today’s visit, I’m convinced I’m having a child suited for the Guinness Book of World Records. Ninety-seventh percentile in size. Weighing in at 8lb. 4 oz. and he’s not even born yet! For those of you who don’t know me…I’m 5’2″ and petite and my husband is 5’8″ and skinny as a rail. Never in a million years did I think I’d be capable of birthing a child that is looking to be at least 9lbs!
I’ve heard mixed stories about these last ultrasounds. One, that the “predicted” weight was WAY off, either over or under by a pound and half or more. And that the measurements (of course my kid’s head and abdomen are measuring 41 weeks) are also off. Of course, I don’t expect them to be perfect…but does anyone out there have a story where it was close to being accurate??
In the meantime, I’m going to stick with the mindset of a chubby healthy baby boy…but my vagina is scared. She’s very scared.