I had my 24 week ultrasound yesterday.
The Good News:
All his little parts are growing and functioning just as they should.
(Including one particular part that is still there, making him STILL a boy.)
The Even Better News:
All his measurements were in the upper percentiles.
He already weighs 1 pound, 12 ounces!!!!
That basically means I'm going to give birth to a linebacker/King Kong.
Based upon the size of the baby and my narrow pelvis (I guess that one is in the eye of the beholder ha, ha), the doctor said he was absolutely recommending a C-section. Of course, if I really wanted to struggle for hours and hours again in a fruitless effort to deliver a child through my narrow pelvis (I just like saying that) my doctor would oblige and help me through a VBAC. Ummm, let me think about that one for a second - NOPE. No thank you. Not a chance. After all, I have a dainty pelvis to think about here! :)
We went ahead and scheduled the birth.
Monday, August 17, 2009
How convenient is that????
Now all I have to do is convince him to perform a tummy tuck after the baby is out.
In other news, I noticed the doctor didn't check "high risk pregnancy - advanced maternal age" on my form at my last visit. When he didn't check it again at this visit, I asked him about it. I thought since all my tests came back so well that I graduated . . . that the all the rap I've been listening to lately actually took some of my years away.
Downstairs Doc told me that was unfortunately not the case. I hadn't graduated after all. I was only sad for a second until he told me why he forgot to check that on the form.
Since I seem so youthful, vibrant, and full of energy (I'm embellishing here a little) he forgets how old I am.
I forget how old I am all the time too!