Hubby and I found out at our 39 week OB appt on Thursday that bioBaby #2 is a whopping 8lbs 15oz already. Her older brother, The Boy, didn't reach the 9lb mark until 42 weeks.
Damn, I make some big babies!
The clinical term for big baby syndrome is macrosomia. This is a fairly common diagnosis in women with gestational diabetes, which I have been fortunate enough not to have. However, my overly-fertile uterine environment paired with inferior birthin' hips means I must go under the knife once again to free my offspring from my loins. My second c-section has been scheduled for tomorrow, November 14th at 7:30am. We have to be at the hospital by 6am. Ha! Guess I won't be getting much sleep tonight.
The good news is, I won't be subjected to an induction, followed by 12 hours of labor, and 1 1/2 hours of pushing before having to endure major surgery as I did with The Boy. The bad news... hmm... let's see: 4 days of rest in a hospital where I will have my meals delivered to me and a dedicated staff of nurses to make sure I am comfortable? No. Pain killers (a.k.a. happy pills)? No. A healthy baby girl? Nope. Nothing to complain about here.
Oh, and one other plus, is that increased birth weight has also been linked to increased IQ in adult life. I'll gladly allow my mid-section to the stretched to it's limits and then my guts strewn across an operating table if it means my children will grow up to be geniuses, get high-paying jobs and support me in the manner to which I would like to become accustomed. It's the least they can do to pay me back for the months of nausea, swelling, constipation, joint pain, carpal tunnel, post-nasal drip, and insomnia I had to endure to bring them into this world!