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Kim now starts her weekly visits to the doctor. As of yesterday both Kim and Kathryn are doing well. The doctor determined that Kathryn has not dropped any, nor does Kim exhibit any of the signs of going into labor any time soon. That was good news to Kim because she has convinced herself she still has too much to do to have a baby right now.

The doctor also determined that Kathryn weighs a little over six pounds right now. Michael was just under seven pounds when he was born. The doctor estimated that Kathryn would be over eight pounds by her due date. I have several thoughts about this. First, apparently we are going to learn just how big and uncomfortable Kim can get. I feel so bad for her because she is now becoming miserable. Second, this changes the dynamics of our desire to NOT have another c-section. The doctor said we have about an 85% chance of a successful delivery without a c-section, maybe a little less. We are now trying to decide what to do. Third, don't mess with Kathryn...apparently she is going to be stout.

Another thing that was both weird and wonderful happened during the sonogram. The technician pointed to the screen and said, "She has a lot of hair." My first thought was, "Like Chewbacca?" But apparently they are able to see her hair, and Kathryn has a lot right now. I confess that I would not have known I was looking at hair, but I'll take their word for it. I got to see my daughter's hair. How cool is that?

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