Being the obsessive-compulsive that I am, I have worried myself with Tricia and this weight thing enough that Bill was ready to do me bodily injury, except he felt like my current nursing/pumping schedule was probably injurious enough.
So, he decided that since we can’t get a baby scale until Monday, he’d just weigh her the ol’ school way. He weighed Matt, then weighed Matt with Tricia. Turns out my baby weighs about 3 lbs. more by our scale than she did at the doctor’s office.
Now, our scale has proven itself pretty accurate over the last year since I regularly weighed myself upon coming home from prenatal appointments. It also gave me an accurate weight when I came home from the doctor’s office Thursday.
Do I trust this scale enough that I won’t be renting a baby scale tomorrow? No. I do not. However, I do trust it enough that my concerns about Tricia are considerably alleviated. I mean, really — does this look like a baby who’s in the 15th percentile of weight?
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