Big baby or big mommy

So I went to see the doc today and I am now officially on the weekly visit schedule.

I remember when that seemed so far away.

Not anymore.

And after my visit today, I am thinking he may be here sooner than I thought. I was expecting him to stay tucked away in there until I cried and begged for induction at 3 weeks past my due date with a Halloween pumpkin baby. Now I know that the doctor will let me be induced at 41 weeks. I also found out he may be here a little sooner than that.

Part of the routine visits involves a measurement taken from the top of the uterus to the bottom.

This has always been uneventful until today. It started with him taking the measurement about 3 times or so, which I attributed to him not getting the tape quite right or tight enough. Then, as he walked over to check his notes he said "how far along you are again?". "Is something wrong?" was the first thing that came out of my mouth. Now, he didn't specify as to how big I was measuring, but basically told me I would be getting a scan at 38 weeks to check the baby's size. He then pointed out that I could not be induced until 39, but that if there is a linebacker in there, we needed to know.

Um, yea...I might rather not know now that I think about it. He then made a point of letting me know that they would do the scan and make sure we discussed c-sections if that may need to be an option. Um, what?

Just how the hell big are things looking, here? This was coming out of the mouth from the guy who was joking about people asking and planning for a c-section about 5 minutes earlier. At that time, we were both in agreement that it was not the way to go. What kind of measurement called for this quick change in attitude on that subject? I had already told him I had no desire to have a c-section if it could be avoided. His comment to me was that we needed to know what we were dealing with and plan ahead in the event that I would like to be able to pee normally again.

I am keeping with the idea that my baby is normal and that my belly is what is growing. I have nearly one chocolate bar or brownie or some other sweet treat every day, now. Maybe that is the culprit. Did I mention I have a fear of being cut open? I also have a fear of healing from surgery while I have to watch Mr. W be in charge of caring for our child. I also have a fear of additional time spent in the hospital.

Come on, Tanner...get as fat as you want, but please please please, wait until you are out of diapers to grow shoulders like your daddy...