Ready to pop

That’s the phrase that three different people used to describe me today (people I don’t know, by the way)! I still think it’s weird when strangers comment on my belly, just because I would be so terrified to say anything for fear that the person would be just fat and not pregnant or something.

One of the people actually said I looked ready to pop while I was wearing my coat. I was really surprised at that, because I’m just wearing a bigger coat, not like a maternity one, so I think when I have it on I just look like a fatty. So yeah, good to know I still just look pregnant!

I had an ultrasound yesterday to measure how big she is, and they’re estimating she’s 6lb 12oz, which is a little bigger than the average, but not by a whole lot. One thing that kind of scares me, though, is that my doctor said they can be off by up to 15% on the growth ultrasounds, so she could actually be a totally different size than what they’re saying. It kind of makes me wonder why they bother to do it at all, since it’s so inaccurate.

She was sucking her thumb during the ultrasound, which was so cute. I love getting to see her little face, and can’t wait to see what she looks like. I’m so curious whether she’s going to look like me or Hubby, because we look so different from each other. I kind of think she’ll look like me, partly because she’s a girl, so it’s easier to picture, and partly because I’m a lot darker than Hubby, so that’s what usually wins out.

Anyway, totally rambling and I have stuff I need to do. My brother was going to drive up to visit yesterday and we were going to have him help us move furniture so we could get the baby’s room set up, but there was a big snow storm, so he couldn’t come. So still no room for baby. I’m getting so worried that she’ll show up before we’re ready…