For you health care professionals out there...

So, I've started having weekly visits at the doctor. I went last Wednesday and again yesterday because I got to get another ultrasound (yep, that's four, ladies and gentlemen). Really, the reason for the ultrasound was to check how big Noah is and just to make sure he's under the ten pound mark. Thankfully, he is and will most likely be less than ten pounds on the day that he's born. Now, in case you're wondering about the title of this post...here it is.
For you health care professionals out there who deal with new mommies, PLEASE do us newbies a favor and don't exclaim how big my baby is every time you look at a piece of paper! It's terribly frightening. Not only am I nervous about the whole birthing process and coming out on the other side with Noah and I being healthy, now I get to worry about the "little" guy being the size of a ginormous watermelon instead of a normal-sized watermelon! It's unnerving! I mean, really, do you have to say how big he is?
From the very first receptionist to the last nurse and doctor, ALL of them exclaimed that I had a big baby. It's obvious that he's big; I wouldn't be having the ultrasound if he wasn't, and you can look at me and see he's bigger than your average baby. Even the janitors at school laugh when I tell them I've got another four weeks!
Back to the visit yesterday, the radiologist looked at me, pointed at Justin and had the "sense of humor" to tell me that the birth wouldn't hurt Justin at all! Really, cause I thought JUSTIN was going to push this thing out! Anyway, current size estimates put Noah at 6 pounds, 15 ounces and, if he grows the way he should, that will put him right at 9 pounds on delivery day. He's a healthy boy; we saw his heart, stomach, kidneys, his boy parts, spine, hands, feet and brain. It's really fun, in that light, to have so many ultrasounds because it's Justin's blog come to life!
Anyway, on a more sentimental note, I'm incredibly lucky to have Justin as a husband. He's truly been a servant the past couple of weeks. He always was, but he recognizes that I like my independence, too. In the past couple of weeks, we've been trying to figure out where we're going to put Noah since we're moving in July. Justin has been non-stop packing, moving, re-arranging, sorting and putting things together. In addition to that, I'm a little under the weather. Today I was out looking for cradle sheets (by the way, cradle manufacturers out there...make sure they sell sheets the same size as the cradle you're making) and I called Justin. He said, "Honey, why don't you come home and we'll figure this all out. You sound like you don't feel well and maybe a nap would help." Heck, yes, I've scored the husband of the century. I love you, babe.
More sentimental mush: having a baby is a huge deal, but getting to feel Noah move around is something that is AMAZING. It's hard to believe that in four short weeks I won't know every time he's got the hiccups or every time he gets the urge to kick something (hopefully it won't be my ribs any more). I know that's something I'll grieve, so please pray for me. He's an amazing baby and he's given me a textbook pregnancy (even though it's a large textbook) and I can't wait to meet him and see what life is like with him, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to miss knowing him this way. I love you, baby Noah.