Battleship Baby!

Sisters ReadingWhen I was pregnant, a friend of mine told me a startling fact: If babies grew in their first 9 months of life at the same rate that they grew in utero, they would be the size of battleships.

“That is so cool!” I said. “I totally want a battleship baby!”

Well. It seems I’ve gotten my wish. Abby isn’t as big a baby as Paul Bunyan, who was delivered by five giant storks, used a lumber wagon as a crib, and screamed loud enough to scare the fish out of the rivers. (That last one was her colicky big sister’s job!) But she is growing at an alarming* rate!

I buy my diapers on Amazon, through their “Subscribe & Save” program. Small aside: Do you know about this? It’s my favorite new-mom secret: Find your diapers on Amazon, and there’s a little thingy on the order form that allows you to get automatic monthly deliveries. You get at least 15% and sometimes 30% off the cost if you subscribe, even if you cancel after one order. They always email to let you know when it’s on its way, so you have plenty of time to cancel if it’s too soon. And trust me. It’s never too soon.
Anywho, tangent over, and now I feel like a big whore for, but I seriously rely on their delivery, and it’s cheap, and so am I.

The point is, I get diapers delivered every month, and usually more often. We went to size two exactly one month ago… and we’re already ready for size three. You heard me right. We spent less than one month in the size two range. She’s growing so fast, I swear that when I take her jammies off in the morning, I’m not entirely sure they’ll still fit by nightfall. I’ve ditched anything labeled less than 6 months in her wardrobe, and she’s most comfortable in 9 month onesies.

Her pipsqueak sister was wearing the same onesies till she was almost a year!

My stepkids wonder if they’ll end up being the same size as they grow up, if Abby ends up tall and Penny ends up short. I dunno. They both have the same tall dad. Then again, they both have the same short mom.

As I’ve noted elsewhere, Abby’s had nothing but breastmilk except for two momentous occasions, and while she surprised me early on by sleeping through the night, that trend has not continued. The child eats. Often. Which means I eat. Often! It is pretty amazing to see that I’m producing this rate of growth… and a little scary, too! Guess I should make sure I’m taking those calcium supplements, huh?

Does your babe amaze you with his or her rate of growth?

*I am not really alarmed.

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