My baby is so dang big. I'm not complaining, just remarking. I'd rather have a big baby than a super small baby because they tend to be healthier, at least it seems that way. But he's pretty big. It just runs in the family. My sister's kids were all around 10 pounds, and I was 10lbs. 4oz. No big deal, just hereditary.
At 34 weeks the sonogram estimated that little Levi weighed 6lbs. 8oz. That's big since he's supposed to keep growing for 6 more weeks. And I'm not surprised since Samuel was 10lbs. 13oz. when he was born.
I wouldn't mind so much as long as people weren't idiots. Seriously, who doesn't know that you're NEVER under ANY circumstances supposed to ask a pregnant woman if she's having twins! At least two people have asked me this, and they're WOMEN! You also aren't supposed to use the expression, "You look like you're going to pop." That's just rude, folks, especially when I still had 2 months to go. And, yes, my belly enters the room long before I do, but don't tell me that you noticed that.
Offer me your seat. Hold the door for me. Let me cut in line. Tell me I'm glowing. But do not ask me how I'm not tipping over. Come on…seriously. Don't you know that I'm hormonal and can blow at any moment. Just ask the cashier at Tom Thumb or the sales clerk at Fry's. I'm sure they'll think twice next time they encounter a mom-to-be.