So, I'm a little scared. I come from a family of cute and sweet little 6 poundish babies, whereas Joe (pictured left) came into the world at a whopping 10 pounds, 2 ounces. And let's add that his sister (center) weighed, well, a little more. His brothers, although not in the 10 pound category, were still of the larger newborn variety. So, where does that leave our baby? Two weeks ago at our ultrasound, the tech informed us that the baby was currently measuring a week big. I instantly turned to Joe and gave him that, "you better have not put a giant baby in my belly" look. Now, when someone finds the need to comment on my size, I find it more unnerving than offensive. I know that babies grow at different rates, and there is a possibility that our baby had a recent growth spurt and can still be not so big at birth. I've been keeping my fingers crossed all along that my birth weight combined with Joe's birth weight will somehow even out in the end. Obviously, that's just me having no clue as to how this all actually works. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I'm not the tiniest person in the world, but at the same time, I'm definitely not 10 POUND BABY material, if you know what I'm saying.