Went to the High Risk doctor this morning for the usual weekly scans. All looked good – blood pressure was fine, kiddo is still doing her breathing. They did  a weight estimate and she’s up to 4lbs 5ozs – which is pretty impressive (you’re WELCOME for all those milkshakes, baby). When they estimated her weight at 32 weeks, she was 3lbs 4oz. The doctor I saw (who I called New Guy – since he’s just started there) says he lives in grams, not ounces. He said that generally he likes to see 100g per week growth on regular babies, and that in 3 weeks she’s gained almost 500 grams. So that’s great! Her fluid is still low(ish) (AFI 6.8) but it’s staying stable and it’s not alarmingly low.

He said when babies are little, sometimes they’re just little. She’s still in the low percentiles for size, but as long as she keeps her fluid steady and continues to grow and practice her breathing, we’re good.

I told him my doctor had mentioned that she couldn’t schedule a C Section until she got the directives from his office, so he nodded and said he’d go ahead and send over what she needed. We talked about timing – he suggested 36 to 37 weeks and I told him she’d suggested 37 to 38. He said 37 sounded like a good compromise assuming nothing went awry between now and then, and I nodded.

And then I realized that’s 3 weeks from now.

3 weeks.

In 3 weeks I’m going to have a baby? What?!

It’s all gone by so quickly – and I honestly haven’t FELT terribly pregnant until very recently. I know it only speeds up from here. So I guess it’s time to buckle in and get ready for this crazy roller coaster ride that is going to be parenthood.