So I had my last OB appointment today. Next week I'll have the C-section.
"He's going to be big," I reminded my OB, while I fruitlessly tried to convince him to deliver me earlier.
"Yea, he is," Dr. J. agreed. "I'd put him at eight and a half to nine pounds."
"Yea. Does that mean he'll weigh over 10 lbs by next week? I don't know. We'll just have to see."
You should see the looks I get as I do my frantic Christmas shopping. I can walk into a room and people just gape at me. I want to stand up and say, "This is what a woman looks like with a 9 lb baby in her gut. And unfortunately, I'm not going to have the baby until 9 days from now."
The other night I dreamed I was having twins. This suddenly made it very important to deliver the babies now. The only bad thing was the second baby was 3 weeks behind this one. So I was going to have two babies, one 3 weeks early and one 6 weeks early. Weird. Dreams are like that.
I can not tell you how much I wish I could get this baby out.