Miss Jackson Had An Ultrasound

Tuesday we had what was probably Miss Jackson's last ultrasound (knock on wood, assuming everything is fine from here on out).  I was 33 weeks and a few days, and it was ostensibly to check on her growth.  I felt abundantly certain, based on the size of my stomach and MJ's ability to kick far, far into my ribs, that her growth was fine, and indeed it was.  She is a big one.  She measured at just over 35 weeks -- so two weeks ahead of my actual dates -- and the ultrasound tech estimated her current weight at 5 lbs., 6 oz.   She's huge!   I know those weight estimates can be way, way off, so I'm not too terribly freaked out at the prospect of having a huge baby, but it's just funny.  It was a regular 2D ultrasound so we couldn't get a perfect picture of her, but we did all notice and comment on (starting with the ultrasound tech) her pudgy, chubby cheeks.  The tech must have said three times, "She really does have chubby cheeks."  We're happy about that -- who doesn't love a fat little baby?  

She's also definitely a girl.  Obviously we knew that already, but it was nice to have it confirmed again.  I had a tiny little smidgen of worry that we'd show up on Tuesday and the ultrasound tech would say, "And there's his penis..." and I would have a heart attack thinking of all the girly baby things that would have to be returned.  But no.  Miss Jackson is a miss, alright, thank goodness.  (Not that we wouldn't want a boy, of course -- it's just at this point, that would be a lot of pink baby clothes we'd have to sell on Craigslist.)

As of this weekend, I'm 34 weeks, and I simultaneously can't believe that we are this far along already and that we still have six weeks to go.  We are almost ready for her.  As soon as her car seat arrives (it, along with her stroller, has been ordered and should be on its way), almost all of the big pre-delivery necessities will be taken care of.  We have decided to use cloth diapers, and while I was completely and totally overwhelmed at all the different cloth options, thanks to my friend Gwen, I got a great tutorial and was able to overcome the steep learning curve and take the plunge.  Her diapers arrived last week and, let me tell you, I realize that "cute" is not an adequate reason to choose cloth over disposables, but holy cow are these cloth diapers cute.  They are teeny and fluffy and pastel and so soft that even Jake had to admit that they are basically adorable.  This also goes to show how excited we are about this whole new baby thing -- even the arrival of her diapers was thrilling.  Dorks.  I know.