The other day we went in for our 20-week anatomy ultrasound...and I skipped ahead in school.

Let me explain:

Ever since our very first ultrasound at 6 weeks, the technicians have been all, "Huhhh...are you suuuuure about that date?" (Yes.) It seems that Indiana (his For Internet Purposes name) is something of an overachiever, and has been ahead of the curve, development-wise, since takeoff. But then at our last ultrasound, the technician didn't just sort of casually remark upon his size...she flat-out told us that he was verging on record-breakingly enormous (but not dangerously so, no worries). Like, over a pound at a point in time when he's supposed to be about 9 ounces (which is a big deal in Baby-Growth World).

This proclamation was followed by: