GROWNING
As I walked past the doctor's private office on my way to the ultrasound room, he slightly glanced up to wave, knowing that we will have our sit down chat after the measurements were taken. I make my into the small dark room, the warm jelly was barely on my tummy when the room turns bright ... why are the lights coming on already? I think to myself. I would normally think this is a bad thing, but how would they know, they haven't even started the ultrasound yet. Stuck laying flat on my back and covered in yucky stuff, I am surprised to see my doctor run over to the table and yell out "Did you see this lady's belly when she walked in!? WOW!" And then reaches to shake my hand. I am speechless. I finally muster up to shake his hand, and greet him with a hello. "You look pregnant!?" He is starting to sound very surprised. My response, I am finally wearing my maternity clothes, and not just because I have all these cute outfits, but because I HAVE TO! Then he turns to Sam and Hani, and makes a very clear statement, "This is a completely different pregnancy." We all take a moment, almost like a moment of silence. "You are 30 weeks, and with out a doubt in my mind you will easily make it to at least 36 ..." My mind quickly realizes, he is telling me I am going to have a full term, expected to be healthy baby boy! Can this be happening!?
When we were first pregnant with Hani, the two perinatologist said, "lightening doesn't strike twice" meaning I am sure everything will be fine, but lets follow closely just in case. Apparently lightening does strike twice, as we learned with the complications of our pregnancy with Hani. When we sat down already 8 weeks pregnant this time around, there was no talk of lightening, but rather an expectation that this pregnancy could very badly, and lets hope that we have a simular result to Hani's birth. Never once did we even think I could make it to 30 weeks without strick bedrest, and diffenately no discussion of a full term baby. Some how I am laying down on this table at 30 weeks, the three (four if you can't hani, and five if you count the baby) are joined in a small circle, completely astonished that I am carrying a 4 pound baby boy, measuring 32 weeks (two weeks BIGGER) and in the 75% tile.
He still wants to see me in four weeks for another measurement growth, just to make sure everything is looking fine, but I will be 34 weeks at that time ... almost full term. He also said that of course I am having sever back pain, I have a four pound baby pushing against my spine ... this is normal, and enjoy it. So, that I am. I am enjoying the back pain, the big tummy, the yucky heart burn, the glances by strangers, and the question they always ask, "When are you due?" March 23, I exclaim proudly! I am finally pregnant, finally looking and feeling pregnant!