Running this time of year is always bittersweet. Since the sun isn't up, it's cooler and the run is more pleasant. Yet every morning a little more darkness creeps into my run and I know that soon I'll be running in the dark again -- something I don't particularly enjoy. But for a few weeks I'll be able to race the first rays of sun to my front door. This morning the sun beat me by a good thirty seconds. Tomorrow I'll try to even the score.
The new baby was really squirming around last night. It's no wonder Marathon Girl has a hard time sleeping. Since she couldn't sleep, we talked late into the night.
One of the things we talked about was the size of the new baby. We're a little worried he's going to be huge. Aidan was born two weeks before his due date and weighed 8 lbs, 9 oz. (And you should see him now. At 15 months the kid towers over most two year olds.) Both Marathon Girl and I are quite tall and big babies run in our families.
The doctor says Marathon Girl is measuring normal but so was Aidan when he was this far along. The problem seems to be that Marathon Girl carries babies more high and inside than most women which can hide the actual size of the baby. We don't mind having one the size of Aidan again, but would prefer to deliver a baby under 9 lbs. (Marathon Girl feels particularity strongly about this. Go figure.)
At her last doctor's visit, I told the doctor our concerns. He didn't seemed too worried about the baby's size but that did little to calm our fears. At her next appointment next week, I plan on bringing up the size issue again. If he's still unconcerned, I'm willing to pay for another ultra sound. The last thing we want is a difficult delivery.