Had my weekly doctor's appointment today and I'm STILL MEASURING TOO DAMN SMALL.
I'm afraid to go back and look at how many weeks it has been of them telling me that the baby is small for fear of having a third trimester melt down. So back we go for another growth scan to check on the baby to make sure he is still getting bigger. Back we go to restless nights of worry and googling scary things like fetal growth restriction.
I don't know if I have motherly instincts or not yet, but my gut tells me nothing is wrong with him, it's just the genetics of my body type and his body type, but the worry is still there. I want to take that measuring tape they use and toss it out the hospital window.
So back we go to the ultrasound place to check his growth. The first place I called didn't have any openings until after my due date, but they were nice enough to give me the name of a second place to call once I explained that by the time my appointment would come around they could probably just weigh him in person using a scale.
We go next Tuesday to check him out. Fingers and toes and paws are crossed for a healthy, big (but not too big!) baby!