According to the sono tech, he has hair. He weighs 5 pounds, 5 ounces (give or take a pound in either direction). His head is currently in the 98th percentile - measuring more like 36 weeks instead of 33 weeks. But overall he's in the 60th percentile, which may mean he is a week and a half to two weeks ahead of schedule still. However, when the doctor comes in and asks, "so are you trying to have a bigger than average baby?" - you can't help but worry about how he's going to get out! Most importantly though, he grew into his kidneys, which was the last of the concerns at the maternal fetal center. His heart and brain and all the other internal organs are functioning exactly how they're supposed to be - a big sigh of relief on our part. Now to address Chad's dream of me delivering puppies instead of a baby....
Of course I continue to have emotional breakdowns. I did really good for a few weeks, then yesterday happened. Seeing the baby's face kinda set me off and it got a little out of control from there. As in, I started crying because I left my flip flops at home and we had to turn the car around to get them. YIKES - lol. At least I can laugh at myself... right!?!
Either way, in another 6 weeks or so, I'm going to fall in love with someone I've just met... and I seriously can't wait. In the last 8 months I've experienced a WIDE range of emotions... excitement, fear, avoidance, disappointment, acceptance, sheer giddiness... seriously crazy hormones affecting all areas of my life. But now I'm looking forward to the not-so-distant future like never before. Bring on the sleep deprivation.
