I would have updated sooner but...you know.
Ian takes great delight in snapping photos of me looking like Jabba the Hut while passed out on the couch, with the dog firmly wedged into the crook of my knee.
Which happens every evening.
Look at the baby grow.
It's all very exciting.
Winnie finds pregnancy beautiful.
Occasionally, I do leave the couch and venture into the real world. It's shocking, I know.
At my latest appointment, last week, my doc determined the baby is in the 48th percentile for weight. Neither Ian or I can remember the exact weight he gave, but I think it was 4 pounds, 4 ounces. Or something.
Based on that, she's projected to weigh around 7 pounds, 6 ounces at term.
My doc also announced I had lost two pounds.
I have no idea how such a thing is possible since I consume about 10 enormous meals a day. Breakfast is definitely my favorite meal of the morning.
By my calculations, I have gained about 22 pounds total so far.
Baby is also head-down, like the nice, obedient child we know she will be.
Pictured: delusional future parents
And with that, it's nearly time for my pre-bedtime nap. Good night, everyone. For lo, it is almost 6:30.
