32 weeks

Yesterday I went in for my 32 week appointment. Everything went really well again. The doctor did make me a little nervous for once though. Usually when I go in they measure my belly and say "looks good, you're right on track." Yesterday though, she measured it. Took the measuring tape away, measured it again and did it a third time pulling the measuring tape as tight as she could get it on my belly. I asked her "does everything look okay?". She said "Well, you're just measuring a little big that's all. Instead of 32 weeks you're measuring more like 33-34." Whew... what a relief. I would much rather hear that he's measuring big then too small. So I start calculating in my head, if from 30 weeks the baby usually gains 1/2 pound a week and at 32 weeks he's supposed to be around 4.5 pounds but he's measuring even 33 that means he's more like 5 pounds right now. Then, considering that I have 8 weeks left that means about four more pounds to go, HOLY COW, I may be having a nine pound baby! Of course these are all just estimations and you never really know how it will work out, but it makes me wonder where they told me at my twenty week ultrasound that he was in the 85th percentile and may very well be a large baby. I asked my mom last night if my grandma on my dads side had big babies and she said, "yeah I think that they were both a good 8 or 9 pounds." I think that I've come to find in my pregnancy that I'm more like my grandma than I am like my mom. My mom went into labor at 6 months with all of us kids and was on bed rest until she had us all. And thank goodness that didn't happen to me! I think I would be a nut case if I was put on bed rest (knock on wood).
The doctor then said to me, "he should start getting out of the breech position now if he hasn't already" and I told her that last week I could feel his head (or bottom) in my side and this week it wasn't there any more but he was kicking me in the ribs, so she said "well let's take a look", and proceded to push on my belly (pretty roughly I might add) and said, "yep, he's no longer in the breech position, he's head down now." I was so excited to hear that, I've been nervous for a long time that he would end up staying in the breech position and I'd have to have a c-section. Not that that rules out a c-section but it makes my chances a little better I think. So everything's looking good. Less than 8 weeks to go and we'll have our little one in our arms! We can't wait!