37 Weeks

This post was supposed to be a 35 week update, then a 36 week update, and now here we are at 37 weeks. First, here is the 37 week photo. I have been informed by most of the women in my ward that I am not very big. Recently I have received lots of "I hate you's" and "You look like you are only 6 or 7 months along". I now understand that I carry smaller than most but I still feel big enough. :) To console those who carry "big", my ankles are the size of Texas. I do not have Cankles, I have Thighkles. Seriously, by the end of the day my ankles are bigger than my calves. GROSS!! I tried to take a picture to post but they don't turn out to be the visual I need.

Now the news. We went and got an ultrasound yesterday. For those who don't know, and that's most of you, three weeks ago I had an ultrasound and baby girl was measuring small, roughly the 15% for her age. Yesterday she dropped down to the 11%. Along with that, her torso measures several weeks too small as well. Both of those are indicators of placental problems and that she is not getting enough nutrients. She has been passing all of her non-stress tests and the blood flow from the umbilical cord is great. This means that I either 1) have small babies 2) baby is not getting enough nutrients or 3) she is just small. Since they can't quite tell which one it is, the ultrasound doctor is going to suggest to my doctor that they deliver baby girl as early as next week. It might seem counter intuitive to deliver her early when she is small but since she has hit full term, she might get more nutrients outside of me. Right now I am waiting to hear from my doctor to see if he wants to make a change. When I hear back I will let the world know when this little one will make her arrival.

It sounds scary or disappointing but we are fine with either decision. I trust my doctor and we have an awesome hospital so I am not worried about the health of me or her. I would love to keep her inside as long as I can but at this point it is what it is. So no worries or concern. It will all end up fine.

I now feel like I need to end with something funny or witty after all of that depressing news. A little story it is. Last night after we put G in bed he was sitting talking to himself. After a while his volume went up so we started paying attention to what he was saying. From his dark room we heard our little guy yelling "Go team, Go team, Go team! Go Packers, Go Packers, Go Packers, Go Packers, Go Packers." We were cracking up and it definitely made his dad a proud man. :)