My heart weighs three pounds

My visit to the MFM went well. . . I think? My cervix measured at 3.0-3.5. I felt concerned since at week 20 my cervix was 4.8 but the Doc said the cervix shortens through pregnancy and I'm well within the safety zone. I was also nervous about Sunflower's heart rate of 129. Considering he was using my uterus as a punching bag (I'm sure the brownies I ate this morning had nothing to do with it) I expected his heart rate to be higher. The Doc was not concerned about this saying it was within the range of normal. My resting heart rate while lying down can go as low as 42 so maybe he just takes after me.

I've gained 29 pounds. I am mortified. This is not all baby. I let myself go big time. I was never skinny but I was very careful about my food intake and now I'm ballooning. The doctor is not concerned and said I could go up to 35 but considering I have (hopefully) 11 weeks or so to go that's a tight squeeze of allotted weight gain left. He said when you hit 40 pound weight gain its hard to lose post-baby so now I need to get a grip and start eating better. Still waiting on my gestational diabetes test results but the weight gain leaves me expecting the worst.

BUT moving on to the good stuff. Sunflower is doing great! He weighs three pounds and is in the 59th percentile and has an alfalfa hairdo going on. I think my heart stopped when she switched the black and white ultrasound to 4D. Gone was the skeletal image and there was my baby. My baby. With plump cheeks, sticking his tongue out, rubbing his eyes. I can't stop looking at the picture. You're mine is all I can think. I can't wait to touch those cheeks, to kiss that forehead, to count those toes with my fingers and press you close to me. I'm amazed at the emotion from simple prods from within and an image on the screen. It hit me as though anew that my heart, it weighs three pounds: