We (as in, C^3, K, and me) had an ultrasound and a doctor visit this morning… She’s still a little booger and wouldn’t show all of her face. I did get some video – thanks again to the amazing (and persistent) tech. She’s got a little pug nose and a little round face and looks surprisingly like her Pop. Those K genes are strong!
She’s also a bruiser. I’m measuring a week big, and she’s measuring big. She’s long and chubby… which is exactly how I imagine her. Any dreams I had of having a seven pounder have been dashed. I was almost nine pounds – I know this. I also know that I’m overweight and the odds of having a big baby are higher. If anything, it’s all pretty exciting. It’s like getting to peek behind the curtain for a moment.
My blood pressure is awesome – 107/70. Yeah, baby! I’m cleared for travel – with another doctor’s appointment in the middle before my departure. And then, there was this… apparently my nipples are just awesome for breastfeeding. I felt so proud. Which is just so ODD. Proud of my rack? Sure. But, proud of my nipples? This is a new one. First of many I’m sure.