We are closing in on the final stages of pregnancy. There are a lot of emotions that go on in this stage for me. There are lots of things to be excited about. Not be pregnant, to hold our baby, to see how happy and helpful the girls will be and for Jason to finally quit telling me how excited he is to watch ESPN with is son. Fear is another strong emotion. I am such a routine and schedule person. I know that Alston is going to require me to change up most, if not all, of my little routines that I have down for me and the girls. Sometimes I'm nervous about the delivery. Given that I've delivered two 9lbs+ babies already, I'm not too worried about it. I just hope that all goes well.With all that emotion stuff out of the way, let's talk about how BIG I really am. Last week I scheduled an ultrasound to check the growth and weight of the baby. While scheduling the appointment, I was told that I was HUGE compared to the ladies daughter who is only a week behind me. There were several references as to what he would come out doing...shaving, playing football, walking, you get my drift. I just kind of laughed it off. These ladies were just ultrasound receptionist, what did they know?! Apparently more than I thought.

Today we had another appt (I'm on the weekly schedule now). When the nurse came and got me from the waiting area, she commented on how big I was looking, then double checked her chart, only to say very surprised "But you still have 4 weeks left girl." Then promptly asked me to get on the scale...great timing, don't you think. Anyways after the usual checking of blood pressure and listening to the heartbeat, Dr. Curtis had me lay back to measure my belly. I was looking up at the cool little mobile they have hanging from the ceiling, noticing that she was taking a while to get the measurement. I look at her and she has this nervous/confused look on her face. I asked her what the number was and she just grinned, tilted her head and said 41!! FORTY-ONE? Are you kidding me, I'm only 36 weeks and I'm measuring 41? So I ask, what was it last week...38! I grew THREE inches in a week. I could not even believe it!!! No wonder I've been so tired and having to get adjustments on a daily basis. Jason, having watched Dr. Curtis's face the entire time she was measuring said that she had to do a double take of both the measuring tape and my chart given the amount of growth and the fact that technically I still have 4 weeks to go.
Well the ultrasound is scheduled for Tuesday at 11:00. We will have a guestimate as to how big he is then. I guess it gets within +/- 1 or 2 lbs. So we should know more next week.
Stay tuned...:)







