So I went in for my regularly scheduled OB checkup the other day. After chatting with the nurse, and then the midwife, we got down to the business of measuring my seemingly enormous belly and listening for the heartbeat. She felt around my abdomen, mapping the shape of the baby. “It hasn’t dropped yet,” she smiled. “This one is still very high!” Quite usual for me. Then she pulled out her tape. I measured right on track for 34 weeks (which I’ll be on Saturday). Lastly, we listened to that beautiful heartbeat. Oh, how grateful I am for that heartbeat! “Everything looks good,” she said. “Usually, we do a fetal weight estimate around this time, so I want you to go over to ultrasound. I’ll call Monique and tell her you’re coming.”
A lot has changed about maternity care since I had Tommy. For example, no more little cups of urine at every visit. Lots more ultrasounds. The other children are welcome to attend the birth! (Not going there, just so you know.) Anyway, this fetal weight check thing is quite new to me.
So Monique, who is not the world’s most tactful person, started with the head. “What the he!!,” she murmured.
If I was a younger, less experienced mother, I might have been alarmed, but this pregnancy is going extremely well, so I just smiled and asked, “Do you see something unusual?”
“This can’t be right,” she said. “Are you sure your dates are right?” Oh, yes. “And what was your fundal height?” 34cm. Right on target.
“This baby’s head is measuring at 37 weeks. Let me take some more measurements.”
So the whole baby is measuring at 37 weeks, and Monique estimates that it weighs 6lb 14oz already. Which caused much panic between her and the midwife.
Again, if I was a younger, less experienced mom, I might have been worried. But I’m not. I’ve birthed three babies over nine pounds and two more came pretty close. We have big babies. Also, ultrasound estimates can be wildly inaccurate, so, again, not concerned. I don’t feel this baby is crazy big, and my midwife did not feel anything unusual, and it’s a medical fact that both mothers and their caregivers are more reliable about these things than the ultrasound is.
But I learned something even more interesting than the fact that my baby will most likely exceed nine pounds again. Thinking I already knew, Monique let slip the gender of the baby. I’ve never known before, and somehow, the knowledge of it just sends me over the moon.
Davey knows. And the children know. But I haven’t decided yet: should anyone else know? 😉