My son is big. He is a 3 month old living in the body of a 6 month old. This is no shocker, however, because he was born big. A whopping 10 pounds 7 ounces big. The hospital staff even gasped as they read the number on the scale. He has continued in this manner since he was born by consistently ranking in the 97th percentile for weight.
I had my suspicions that he was going to be on the larger side since I failed my first glucose test, but I had no idea just HOW large. My sister warned me that everyone she knew that failed the first test had a “big baby” so I was prepared to deliver an 8 to 9 pounder. Ha! Wishful thinking.
I had my suspicions that he was going to be on the larger side since I failed my first glucose test, but I had no idea just HOW large. My sister warned me that everyone she knew that failed the first test had a “big baby” so I was prepared to deliver an 8 to 9 pounder. Ha! Wishful thinking.
He will be transitioning into his 6 to 9 month clothing within the next week….sniff, sniff. As with his 0 to 3 month clothes, I will have a closet full of cute little outfits that barely got worn (it’s times like these that I am thankful for my thriftiness).
Hopefully, now that we are on our third size in three months I will have learned NOT to buy so much.
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