We had an ultrasound this morning...sorry, dear readers, the technician didn't give us any pictures. Once the baby gets beyond a certain size, they can't take full body shots and she was facing forward which produces a pretty creepy skull shot.
My daughter was excited to see her little sister and kept cooing at her while the technician did the ultrasound. Of course this caused the baby to move around a whole lot, which isn't the most comfortable when you're lying flat on your back with someone pressing a 5 1/2 pound baby into your sciatic nerve...I imagine if we get to do another ultrasound at 38 weeks...if the big man up there is listening, I really want to be done with this whole thing by then, dude...that it will be far worse with a 7 1/2 pound weight.
They are estimating her weight at 5 pounds 8 ounces, which is in the 57th percentile for a 34 week old fetus. She's gained 2 pounds since our last sonogram at 30 weeks. Since my firstborn weighed in at a paltry 4 pounds 3 ounces at 37 weeks gestation, this baby seems HUGE already to me, but the technician didn't seem to think that was particularly remarkable. Nor did my obstetrician who we ran into on the way out of the hospital. He was, of course, in the middle of a conversation with his partner and not looking at the radiologist's report or my chart, so we'll see what he says on Friday.