Yikes!

Here is our newest family photo. My father-in-law took it on Mother's Day and gave it as a part of a photo album to Chris for his birthday at the end of May. It's a cool photo, unfortunately it didn't scan as well as I would have liked. You can totally see my "baby bump" in the photo...I don't know how clear it is in the scanned version. Regardless, I'm here to tell you all about my baby bump.

It has gotten pretty darn big. Like I am starting to have trouble rolling over in bed big. I have to practically roll out of bed to get up in the morning big. I've been taking double takes at small spaces to think about how well I'll fit big. And that's all fine. I can't complain...I don't feel sick, my feet and hands are not swelling up (yet), I can still squat down and get up. If my belly is all I have that is getting unwieldy, then so be it. Although, I'm starting to think it might be the sign of a big-ass baby.

I went for a check up on Wednesday, and as the good doctor felt around my belly she said, " I think you might have a big one in there". I laughed and said. "Only time will tell". Then Friday I went for an ultra-sound and the technician did all the measurements and she tells me that Schmoo is measuring 2-3 weeks ahead in size and that the ultrasound estimates that Schmoo already weighs 5 pounds and 11 oz. I have just under 8 weeks left, people. At a half pound of weight gain expected for little Schmoo (or Big Schmoo?), that could be a 9 pound baby! Dear Lord! Chris thinks it's fascinating and is astounded by that prediction. I told him that it's all his fault because he has gorilla DNA. I have to admit, I think I'd rather have a chunky, big baby than a little Perdue fryer....