24 Weeks

Tuesday we went to the doctor for our normal checkup.  We got two surprises while we were there, neither of which will stop festering in my already deficient pregnant brain.  First off, the doctor "congratulated" me that I'm definitely going to hit that 35 pound mark.  Probably within the next couple of weeks.  She might as well have said, "Good for you tubbo, now put DOWN THE DONUTS."  



The second surprise stemmed from checking out the fetal development chart, which looked something like this. Ryan and I had been talking on previous visits about how this chart must be larger than life size because there was no way I was ever going to have any baby inside me that was as big as one on the chart. When Ryan asked the doctor if the chart was life size or on a bigger scale, she said that it was life size and my baby was already bigger (gasp shock wince) than the smallest baby pictured (which by the way was waaayy bigger than my head). I guess I have been actively deluding myself and thinking that my baby was going to be petite baby doll size, which she quite apparently is not (seen my stomach lately?). Apparently she is already over a foot long, which is just her length from crown to rump and doesn't even include her long and powerful legs. And her weight? Over a pound and a half. Holy kajesus, batman, this is getting real.