191 grams

191g is what our little one has put on over the last week. Well done, baby! That's just 9g less than what it should have put on, so now we're looking at about 2450g (instead of the 2900g any statistically minded doctor would like to see it weigh). The placenta is keeping it up as well (well done, me!), all in all enough to make this week's visit to scan-man pleasant. We seem to follow a pattern whereby every second visit the good man feels the need to shock us with visions of c-sections, failing placentas, inductions, or inherent metabolic, genetic and chromosomal problems, only to tell us on the next visit that things are looking a little more positive. Since he's fully booked next week we stand a good chance of not making the next appointment on 24/7, 4 days after the little nose is due.
I ask the crucial question anyway: What was the outcome in cases with similar growth rates that he's observed before? And it turns out that most of them were 'just small babies', though some had down syndrome, and one darling with serious metabolical problems died after only 24 hours. In line with character, he of course states these results in reverse order. In line with character, we of course focus on the 'most of them' part of the message. This will do us for the next weeks, either to baby's birth day, or the next scan.

And even though we've been going on about how little we care about taking baby's pictures home, for even seeing the 4D scans of our offspring after about 10 scan sessions (normal people get TWO! Three at most!), we get all emotional over today's. The nose, says the doctor with authority, is a normal size for a baby, though definately my shape. And such cuddly cheeks! Oh, and those full pouty kissable lips! Can we please have it out to hold and love and kiss those little feet now! But we've got some more waiting to do: The little head is not even engaged yet. Good for our little one. Grow, baby, grow!
10 days to due date.