Expidited

It turns out I'm not the only one that thought I was a bit bigger than I should have been.

I had a doctor's appointment today. Baby girl wouldn't show her face during her last ultrasound, so they did another one today. We got lots of face pictures this time, including some 3D shots. I've never had those done before. I can report that she already has chubby cheeks and fingers. And a nose like Phoebe's. And they verified that she is indeed a girl. I was kind of nervous that they would do this second ultrasound and say, "Oh, just kidding, it's a boy." That would have been really hard on Phoebe.

After reviewing the data, the doctor came in and read the findings. The baby was measuring big again, consistent with the last ultrasound. Then she told me she was changing my due date. By eleven days.

I've just jumped from the 31st week to the 33rd week. My own doctor (who I saw right after the ultrasound doctor) confirmed that I'm measuring nicely at 33 weeks. I'm glad that I wasn't crazy and overreacting about my size, but it does feel a little weird to have jumped ahead so far. I wonder if this is how time travel would feel.

One lovely perk of the change is that she is now due on my Great-Grandma's birthday, which makes me smile. And, if she's like her siblings, she might still make it all the way to her original due date.