Baby update

Today, we had an ultrasound. I was so excited to hear about the estimated size of #2. When I'm the one carrying the baby, I like to think that I have a good idea of how big he/she is. And I think he/she is big.

Ultrasounds at 36 weeks are like bladder and back torture! UGH! I haven't laid that flat on my back for that long of a time period in who knows how long! My feet were starting to tingle by the end, and, of course, I had to pee. We didn't get to see the baby's face because he/she was facing toward my back. Fine by me. The head is down, the back is facing out, and all the limbs are in the right spots, all ready to go. Point #1 for baby #2!

The ultrasound tech did a good job, though I was praying she would go faster the whole time due to my overactive bladder. She calculated all of the baby's measurements, and said that I was carrying the equivalent of a full term baby. Um...whaaaa?! I'm only 36 weeks here. I'm expecting, like, 6.5 or 7 lb estimate. She came back with 8.5 lbs. HOLY BIG BABIES! Now I know that these ultrasound estimates aren't fool-proof, but I seriously feel like I'm carrying all 8.5 lbs of kid here. I started feeling 9 months pregnant at 34 weeks, and I just chalked it up to being tired due to having a toddler and, well, life in general. This kid moves in similar ways as Sophia did at 38-39 weeks, but he/she feels longer and not necessarily fatter. There is a head IN MY LEFT HIP. Seriously. And there are feet IN MY RIGHT LUNG. Even the ultrasound tech commented about the foot that was stuck straight out into my lung.

So what does all this mean? Well, it means Brett and I are going for our hospital tour tomorrow, just in case I go in to labor earlier than expected. My doc doesn't induce VBAC deliveries, and she told me she especially wouldn't induce me since the baby was expected to be large and would increase my risk of uterine rupture. So induction is out. I think we're going to go ahead and schedule a c-section for 39 or 40 weeks. I'd hate to go in to labor at 40 weeks and deliver, well, my sister's latest kid (who weighed in at almost 11 pounds). Hopefully, I will go in to labor on my own before that 39 week mark. Cross your fingers. I've got this gut feeling that we'll be headed to the hospital in a week or two. Let's hope baby and body cooperate!