....because there is a strong possibility that our baby is going to be ginormous. Nate and I are both tall and sturdy people in our current state. I was born weighing about 7 pounds...pretty standard, nothing out of the ordinary (besides my cone head and black mohawk, because those were totally rad.)
But Nate? He weighed exactly 10 lbs and 11 ounces. No freaking joke. His head was so big they measured him for hydrocephalus (water on the brain) and I can't help but feel pity for poor Lois as she birthed this monster.
Would you like visual evidence?
Please follow my guidance for the picture below.
Start by looking at your far right at the adorable little baby born in August 1981. Actually, all of these babies were born then because their mothers all went to the same Lamaz class and were reunited after exiting from those wombs.
So anyway, the little guy on the far right? Adorable.
Next comes little baby in yellow having a hard time with neck strength.
Then the little bugger who's crying up a storm.
I can only imagine the baby in pink is a teeny little girl, and she is TOO cute.
Dude up next is checking out little girl.
Then comes a cute little bugger in overalls of some sort and dark hair.
Aren't they all just so teeny and little and cute?
But next, second from the left, comes one gigantic, fat baby with a head the size of Mars. It's so big his chin is resting on his chest and his belly is poking into the baby on his right. Yes, that is my husband, folks. Monster baby who is of course impossibly cute but also a frightening sight to a woman that might have to birth something like that in a few short months.
I think the last baby on the far left is like, 'Dude....get me away from baby Nate! He's going to eat me!' And that is why she is crying.
Just for fun, look at the tiny girl in pink then really quickly look over at Nate. Then compare. I wonder which mother felt better after their labor....?
But then again, who could be afraid of this little face? Well, 'little' isn't the right word but you know what I mean.
so yeah. The picture of all the babies on the couch is one of my faves of all times. Also, that is the visual that popped into my head when I found out I was pregnant.
An 11 pound baby. Geez Louise. Practically a freaking bowling ball popping out of my lady parts, huh?
Can't wait. :)