I'm actually not worried because (1) I know even ultrasound size estimates are far from accurate, much less an OB's estimate just based on feeling my stomach, and (2) not to get super crunchy but I also believe that my body probably will not grow a baby it can't deliver... it's just funny to think about how she might be huge. It's funny for now, I should say. Probably won't be if she actually is gigantic, but we'll worry about that when it's time for her to arrive. Jake is inexplicably proud that I am growing a "large Polish baby."
Nora also reminded me that some people say large babies are good sleepers, which is a nice comforting thought, although right now she doesn't seem very sleepy at all. She seems more like a freakishly large insomniac gymnast at this point. Always moving, this one, and large movements to boot. It's not a stretch to think that she might wind up being a tad dramatic. The thing is, we just don't know! We don't know what she'll be like. This is the most exciting part of pregnancy... wondering about her personality. We are, needless to say, ready to meet her (although I do want her to wait to come out until (1) her lungs are fully developed and (2) I have a chance to see The Dark Knight in the movie theater).
Jake's been giving me a hard time about not doing a great job of keeping her name a secret -- I made the mistake of running down a list of people who already knew her name and I had to admit that her name hasn't been as closely guarded as the "Miss Jackson" pseudonym would suggest -- but we were out with friends on Saturday night and Jake slipped and referred to her by her real name TWICE. I felt vindicated.