They measure how pregnant I am by two ways: the date of my last period, and the size of the lentil in the ultrasound. The latter is more accurate, as cycles can vary in length. So the midwife told me today that I am seven weeks, one day! I swear, I've been seven weeks pregnant for a month now. According to my cycle, I should be about nine weeks. At this rate, I'll end up giving birth in March 2012. And I guess I got that positive pregnancy test before I even conceived, right? Man, those tests are super sensitive.
Everything looks good so far. It's getting harder to sleep at night with the constant need to pee, and trying to sleep around the sore, giant boulders that reside on my chest. But hey, I haven't actually thrown up yet. So at least there's that. But my nausea is slowly getting worse, so that may be changing soon.
(mind over matter- mind over matter-mind over matter...)
Leigh, I'm not a doctor, but I went through the exact same thing. By the time I had Lydia they pushed her due date to the end of August (due to how big she was measuring). BUT what they didn't take into consideration was the fact that I'm not exactly tall. Steve's not exactly tall. Tallness isn't something that runs in either of our families. Lydia was measuring small, because she was, well SMALL. Not because of anything else. Keep the due date in your head, going by your last period. And nod politely when they keep pushing it back due to size issues. And as long as baby lentil is growing everything is A-OK :)
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