Yesterday at our bi-weekly visit with the midwife, Lillian noted that my belly is measuring a little large. Like, 90th percentile large. I originally assumed this must be due to the fact that I've finally discovered how to cure the 9am queasies (down 3-4 Chunks Ahoy cookies till the nausea passes). But no, apparently there are other causes for large bellies, and it was suggested that I go get an ultrasound to determine if one of these might be at play.
The two reasons she cited to me were an extra big baby (which I think is likely, for no real reason) and an excess of amniotic fluid. The excess amniotic fluid, in turn, could indicate that there is a problem with the baby's kidneys. I am summoning all my will power not to go all Google-happy and scare the crap out of myself with more info on fetal kidney problems than anyone ought to look at.
In the meantime, I get to waddle my way through the long weekend and try to distract myself, because there's no way I'm getting any information for at least a week.
Then again, if there was genuine concern about an urgent problem, I guess Lillian would be sending us to the hospital for an ultrasound, STAT, so I guess I should try to relax and be groovy.