Warning: belly shot appears later in this post.
So, my MIL had said my husband was blond at birth. Or he thought that's what she said. Those possibilities are equally likely.
Anyway, she mailed us photos of him as a baby, and he had a full head of brown hair at birth. Sure, it was blond a few months later, but it was brown at birth. He was one cute little kid, too. He's very handsome as an adult, which he'll be happy to tell you. I wish I had a scanner so I could post the photos him as a plump little fellow with a rosebud mouth. So cute! I wonder if our little fellow will be that cute. I sort of hope he's not too cute, since I don't think it's good for kids to be too good-looking at an early age (apologies to any consistently gorgeous readers out there). I endured an extended awkward phase, and it is the memory of those years of ostracism that keeps me from being even meaner than I naturally am.
My adorable husband was 8 lbs., 1 oz. at birth - that's bigger than either me or my brother (we were both high 7s), even though his mom is quite petite (5'2") and my mom is above average (5'7"). He must have taken up a lot of space in her little frame.
Tomorrow, I have an OB appointment, and then an appointment with a neonatologist to find out what tests they'll do at birth (re: clubfoot and T20 mosaicism). I've been interviewing pediatricians and navigating the myriad insurance possibilities we need to choose from when the baby arrives. I feel very productive! 19 days! Ack!
For your viewing pleasure, here is a belly shot of me last Sat., at 36 weeks, 2 days. It's kind of distorted because of the sunlight. Anyway, that's nine full months for ya.