Today I am 37 weeks pregnant which a MAJOR milestone because it means Baby Boy has officially made it “full-term”. Even though it’s still 3 weeks until his projected due date, if he were born today he’d no longer be considered premature. He’s most likely a fully functioning little person who just needs a bit of fattening up (in his case A LOT of fattening up) before his big debut.
Due to a slightly concerning ultrasound last week, this date isn’t quite bringing the excitement and celebratory mood that I thought it would. All signs point to a healthy baby, but he’s right at the bottom of the scale in terms of size. As of Friday, he was measuring around the size of a 34 week gestation baby and estimated to weigh just above 5 lbs, whereas most babies at 36 weeks weigh more in the 6 lb ballpark. He's still considered 'normal' but just towards the lower end of what healthy babies his age are measuring.
It’s not too surprising that I would have a small baby being as though I am quite petite myself. It makes sense that my baby would fall within the 10-15% size percentile since his Mom does as well.
Both Jonathan and I were quite tiny babies. In fact, I weighed a mere 4.5 lbs but yet aced my Apgar scores and was discharged from the hospital with my Mom despite being 'low birth weight'. I of all people should know that size isn’t necessarily an indicator of health.
But still, it’s weighing on my mind and I can’t help but worry. I’m trying my hardest to just lift my concerns up to the Lord and trust that his hand of protection is over baby boy. If you’re the praying type, I’d really appreciate any time you could spare to ask the Lord to help baby to continue to grow and develop into a healthy newborn.
My midwife and mom and Talia all reassure me that it’s probably just a matter of my body not being able to stretch enough for the baby to grow much bigger, and once he's out of the womb he will grow like a weed. There could definitely be some truth to this since his length measurements are all right on target for his gestational age. This means he's long and lean which is his daddy's exact body type.
Everyone comments on how big my bump is, so hopefully there is some truth to that. I certainly feel enormous and stretched to the limit. Speaking of my big bump, here are some of this week’s pictures.
I guess all I can do now is eat a bit more ice cream and french fries to try to help give baby boy some adorable chunky rolls. Challenge accepted.