At the last Ultrasound the tech, who had very little personality, was like "Well, there's his boy parts!" That's the first thing we see filling up the large screen mounted at the end of the room. My baby boy is not shy about his genitalia. Kinda like "look what I got!!!" while the whole time keeping his tiny little hands glued to each side of his head. She then started measuring his belly, his head, his legs.
"33 Weeks" popped up on the screen. "He's measuring all over at 33 weeks --- and four pounds 13 oz." I was shocked. Two weeks ago at my last appointment at the Perinatal Center for my Gestational Diabetes - he was 3 pounds, 15 oz. He'd gained almost a pound in two weeks.
Yup - that's my boy for sure. I'm at 30 weeks - he's at 33 - an overachiever already!
"He's gonna be a Linebacker..." I heard Harry wonder from beside me.
"He's gonna be a BIG Linebacker," said the Ultrasound Tech while bouncing on my belly to encourage my already-stubborn child to move his hands.
So while I'm fighting with sometimes painful leg wraps for my Lymphedema, needles and pills for my G. Diabetes and sleepless nights with sparse fitful dreams of unattainable toilets - my baby grows. And grows. And grows.
Later that week Harry curled up on top of my stomach and cooed to my swollen belly parts. "Daddy loves you, Daaaaady looooooves youuuuu!" he said while rubbing in circles to which Baby Harry responded - by kicking him in the face. A lot.
It was sweet revenge.
2 comments:
Ahh yes... there will be many figurative kicks in the head over the years... and you will still be saying mommy and daddy luuurrrrrve you! :-) LOL Well, keep that linebacker a cookin', rest as much as you can... hugs and love...
be well...
When I was pregnant with my first one, I used to cuddle behind the hub when we were going to sleep, and baby would always start kicking him. Hard. Nobody slept.
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