Ewe 17lbs sounds fairly hefty to me. When Ff was last weighed (at her 8 month MOT) she was just creeping past 14lbs. We've been down the paediatrician/nutritionist route, and I am refusing to worry about her weight anymore...she is just little. Definitely trust your instincts - if she looks happy and full, she more than likely is. They have a knack of letting you know if they are hungry! I am going to get her weighed in the next week or so though, just so I have an answer for all the relatives we see at Christmas who will want to put her on the kitchen scales if I don't have a recent weight for them.
Food in a day:
Milk 7.30ish, 4, 6.30
Breakfast: 1.5 weetabix or oatibix, or a pile of baby porridge.
Mid morning: Some toast, or a bagel with cream cheese, or a banana sandwich.
Lunch: Sometimes pasta, or a casserole of some sort, or another sauce with rice or cous cous or a baked potato. Quite a wide variety I suppose. Today she had spinach in cheese sauce with pasta, along with some little chunks of cheddar to feed herself, then a satsuma.
Tea: Similar to lunch usually. Today she had chicken casserole with some mashed potato, and two chunks of corn on the cob, then the other half of the banana that was in her sandwich this morning.
I have recently stopped giving her as much, as I realised that rather than stop eating, or refuse food when she was full, she would continue eating until she burst, if I let her, so I have been serving up smaller (but still fairly big, when you consider her size) portions, and am amazed at how much less she vomits.
Just had a proper I-Love-You moment with her. She was a bit restless when I was breastfeeding her before bed (this was my fault. Should have turned off In The Night Garden when I get my boob out, but I wanted to make sure that Makka-Pakka got his cleany-upy-trolley thing back)but as I carried her upstairs she went all cuddly on my shoulder, and when I put her in her cot she put her little hand on mine when I was doing up the sleeping bag, in what I like to think was a 'Thank you, Mammy.' gesture. She makes me want to burst when she is all sleepy and pink like that, with hr hair all spiky and fluffy. (Starting to worry about the hair now actually...in Bloke's family, hair grows straight out from their heads, rather than down. Ff's is three inches long in some places, and still stands straight up. She's going to get teased enough for the gingerness - I don't want her to have extra hair weirdness to cope with!)
Turtle, tomorrow sounds fab. Maybe DH will remember it is his turn, intercept the crying baby, and you'll get a bit of a lie-in?
Will get to the oven to bake some virtual birthday cake for you now.