Well ... that explains a lot!

The past couple of weeks I have been feeling extra uncomfortable and just plain big. I didn't remember my belly being much larger than this with Caden and wondered how much more I would be growing with this baby.

When we went in for my 33-week appointment on Thursday, the tech kept measuring the baby over and over and kind of muttering to herself in a thick Russian accent. Finally, she looked at me and asked, "How has this baby been measuring?" I answered, "Big!" And she sighed with relief and said, "Good. I didn't want to scare you when I told you he or she is currently measuring six pounds."

Wow.

Six pounds.

Caden was born at 36 weeks and weighed six pounds and fourteen ounces.

Even if I don't go into spontaneous labor after cerclage removal, there's no way the doctor will let me continue to full term -- I could end up with a ten-pound baby!

There is no reason to think that this is anything but a big, healthy baby -- I don't have gestational diabetes, and all the other indications are good that this baby is doing very well.  He or she has fat cheeks (like his/her siblings), and on the ultrasound I got to watch him/her sucking.

When I consider that in June we were facing the prospect of another one-pound preemie, my heart is overwhelmed with thanksgiving. Now, if our baby is a preemie, he or she will weigh more than six pounds. To me, that feels like a gift. 33 weeks is a gift. When we were at labor and delivery on Monday for my contractions, I was frustrated, but not frightened. To be here instead of facing delivery at 24 weeks is such an amazing miracle.

Many of you have asked about my titers. I had my recent draw on Thursday, so I should hear about my numbers on Monday. I'll post here and let you all know.

Blessings.