Hopefully we've reached the under a month mark. I'm at 36 weeks, one day today. And this baby isn't exactly small.
Funny thing is, two weeks ago at my appointment the doctor said I was measuring kind of small. She thought baby girl might just be a little more petite, but we scheduled an ultrasound just to make sure things were fine.
Small? Not so. In her photo shoot yesterday, baby Nelly measured in at a healthy 6 lbs., 10 oz. If she follows the estimated half a pound per week weight gain up to the due date, I'm going to be delivering an almost 9 lb. baby. I guess that's payback for our moms. Rich weighed 8 lb., 12 oz., and I was a monstrous 9 lbs., 11 oz.
We weren't expecting to get any 3D pictures, so it was a fun surprise yesterday to leave with some cute face shots. The technician was upset that we couldn't get anything better, but I was thinking, "Are you kidding me?! This is my baby's face!"
The technician also showed a great shot of our little girl's legs, and, oh boy, they were chunky. She still has 4ish weeks left to bake, but she already has some seriously adorable rolls on those thighs! (I wish we had a picture of those legs, but then again it wasn't exactly taken at the most modest angle.) I think we might have spotted a double chin during the ultrasound, too. My aunt Heather always tells me that I was so cute as a baby because I was so chubby, so I just know that this is going to be the cutest baby ever.
And now we know for sure that she is in fact a she. I mean, we were pretty sure, but wouldn't it have been quite an adventure to bring home a baby boy to an apartment full of pink? It's not that we would have been upset at with boy - it's just that it would have been an expensive change to make.
We're getting close to the finish line here, and Rich and I couldn't be more excited. We can't wait to bring home our little girl!