I went to the doctor for my 37 week check-up today. Everything looked good and she is pretty sure I won't be having this baby in the next week or so (thank you Jesus!) We confirmed that he was head down, and that he was measuring appropriately. I had the LM with me (always a fun time) and my new doc asked how big he was when he was born, 8lbs 6oz I told her. Ouch was all she said. Ouch is right!
I carefully inquired about this size of this guy and was surprised when she said that her guess is that he's more L- XL than XXL. She said it's hard to tell because I'm on the thinish, tallish side, but he should be about 7 1/2 lbs at 40 weeks. I left thinking nothing of it until I mentioned the visit to my husband.
"What did you do?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, obviously you aren't eating enough... the LM is going to eat this kid for breakfast."
"I'm pretty sure that at this point food doesn't have a lot to do with it, and besides we are talking about a "normal" sized baby here, and since I'm the one who has to squeeze him out, I wouldn't mind if he was on the average size, that shit hurts!"
"I think you need to eat more..."
"If we are playing that game, I hope whenever you have a kidney stone it's over 8lbs."
Karma is a bitch.