She passed her biophysical with flying colours and despite my fundal height measuring a couple of sees behind, she is thriving, and in the 62nd percentile for size. So all looking good...
Here is her foot in my rib! And believe me I can feel it. Raf thinks it's hysterical when she does this, and both the boys tell her to 'stop kicking mummy in the ribs' (whilst laughing like loons).
Unlike the boys she does not cooperate when it comes to having her picture taken, so in spite of the many scans I've had - and continue to have - there are very few photos. We managed to catch a quick picture when she turned (she was looking towards my back for the most part... that, or she has a hand over her face). Already pouting (Charlie has that mastered). She also has some tufts of hair, according to the sonographer - and we're wondering what colour the hair (and eyes) will be!
35 weeks tomorrow! Yikes.