33 weeks 1 day
I looked at the family history of baby weights to guess how big we thought the baby was going to be. My older brother was nearly 9 lbs, and I ended up being 9lbs 3oz. Talking to my mother in law, I learned my husband was also 9lbs 3oz. So naturally I assumed that it would be my fate to deliver a 9lb baby.
Today at the doctor's office, I got my bump measured as usual. I've been expecting at any time now to hear that I'm measuring ahead, but he smiles and says, "Right on track. We can expect to see a 7 and a half pound baby!" My husband and I look at each other shocked. I explain to the doctor we weren't expecting that because we were both over 9lbs. He says, "Oh, we don't like big babies around here. I think you're going to be just fine," and gives us a reassuring smile.
I've just gotten used to the idea that the newborn sized clothes would end up utterly useless or that we wouldn't be using the newborn insert in the carseat for very long. Now I'm adjusting to the idea that this pregnancy will be completely complication free, including not having the doctors fret over trying to deliver an oversized baby. There's still time for him to go through a growth spurt and be as big as we anticipated, but I like the idea of probably having a baby 2lbs less than I feared.
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