Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Harboring Baby Shrek

Last week I wrote a post about how my Dr. is on crack. This week, she surprised me with her own comment about crack...coincidence?

I had an ultrasound last week because my Dr. thought I was on the smaller side. She said I was measuring a couple weeks behind. So I submitted myself to the gooey pleasures of an ultrasound in the third trimester, which happen to make you feel barfy and lightheaded as well: oh joy. (why is that goo so hard to get off anyway? I felt like a whole bottle of KY had been rubbed all over my belly for the remainder of the day).

This week my Dr. gives me the results. Despite the fact that my own size is still measuring a couple weeks behind, Baby Palmer is, in fact, Baby Shrek. He measures somewhere in the 75th-90th percentile in size/weight. At 34 weeks, they estimated his weight to be 6lbs! WTF? Come on! Both my husband and I were 7 pounders and I've gained less than the average amount during this pregnancy- what gives?!

It must be because I didn't listen to the research advice that I posted earlier on my blog. This advice said if you run only partway through your pregnancy and then stop, you will have the biggest baby possible because runners have larger placentas and more effecient systems.

Right now I'm banking on the fact that ultrasounds are not 100% accurate. In fact, my doctor said it can be about a pound off- in either direction. Wait- so that means my Shrek Baby could actually be 5 pounds (which is right about normal) or *GULP* 7 pounds (give me drugs- no, knock me out cold)?!

My Dr. told me that if I was still pregnant at 38 weeks, she wanted me to have another ultrasound to check Baby Shrek's weight. Hopefully, this means that if he does turn out to be gigantic, that they will induce me earlier (please, please!).

I told my Dr. I was worried about the baby being so big and that I hoped the ultrasound got it wrong. I told her that I just couldn't believe that I could have Shrek Babies.

Her reply was simple and awkward, "Don't worry. It just means you aren't getting enough crack."


Infant Attorney said...

You crack me up! I agree that you might have one big baby on your hands. I don't know much about babies, but it sounds like that means Baby Palmer (I don't remember if it's a boy or a girl) will be healthy.

Butterflyfish said...

I realized I haven't commented ina while, but just a little comment love to let you know that I sooo enjoy your blog.

Googie Baba said...

Ha Ha! What a crazy doctor you have. When I was 8 months, the baby weighed 7 lbs, they weighted 3 weeks and then induced. He weighed 8 lbs 2 ounces and I got out of the last three weeks of pregnancy.