A week before our scheduled c-section, I went in for my last OB appointment. The doctor measured my fundal height, and asked me how big the Mini was, and asked if I felt as if I was carrying smaller than I did with him.
People, you never ask a 38½ week pregnant woman if she feels small. Beached whales are not small.
I promptly responded no, and she told me that either this baby was going to be smaller than my son, or she was “very well hidden.” I chose to go with option B. Little Girl was a good 9 ounces bigger than her brother and four inches longer. I realize that fundal height is just an estimate, but she caused me more undo anxiety and worry than I already had.
Little Girl had her two month well baby checkup yesterday. I was pretty curious to see how she would measure up, because she’s getting quite heavy. She’s been out of 0-3 month clothes for about a month now, which put her in 3-6 month stuff at 5 weeks. The Mini held out until about 8 weeks, mainly due to his height more than anything.
I was still quite shocked though, when she weighed in at 13 pounds, 9 ounces and 24 inches long. Can I technically still call her Little Girl? No wonder my back is killing me half the time! I have no idea where she got the height. She’s dwarfed the Mini steadily right from birth. The Mini was a good two pounds lighter, and two inches shorter at her age. She won’t end up staying that tall forever, that much I know. Neither of us is tall, and everyone on my mother’s side is pretty short. But right now, I can’t keep this kid in clothes for long, before she grows out of them. I was hoping to have that newborn size a little longer. What I have now is something resembling the size of a six month old, with the head control of a 2 month old.