My Dreams Are In Far Off Places

Our little one is measuring a bit large, with his/her noggin coming in at the 97th percentile.

Most of the time large HC measurements are nothing to worry about, and are simply genetics.

 

Phew!

 

Fortunately, our surrogate mother's recent test results revealed she does not have gestational diabetes, which can also be a reason for larger babies.

 "So obviously, Watson, a big baby must equal boy!"

I am assuming more baby boys are in the 97^th percentile and more baby girls are in the 3rd percentile. According to studies by the National Center for Biotechnology,  males do tend to be larger but only by an average of 3.5 ounces at birth. So although this may be true, the baby's current size doesn't offer clear evidence one way or the other. And definitely not enough evidence for 221 Baker Street.


Team yellow prevails and we wait another 11 weeks to find out.

Last week we were fortunate to get the chance to meet another IP couple for coffee, and the best thing about this journey has got to be holding your baby at the end.

But the second best thing is the people you meet.

Now with much thanks to my very generous father who commutes from the US to China for work (building a healthy reserve of airline miles along the way), our tickets to New Delhi are booked.  We wrestled with what dates would be best. On one hand, you don't want to go too early and on the other hand, you don't want to miss the birth. We decided to be Delhi-bound at 38 weeks.  Hoping to hang out  before baby makes his or her debut. 

Having the tickets are one big check for Operation Exit and a giant leap for the reality that this is  happening.

This beautiful and incredible dream is really coming true.