Had our ultrasound yesterday to get a look at T3--and of course we got a print of the requisite "alien baby" photo. I know it's fun to see the face, but this time our tech Mary got a photo that showed the lens of the baby's right eye. It looks like a laser eye, ready to blast. Of course, it is the cutest laser eye ever as it belongs to our unborn child. And it's the cutest alien baby in the world, because it's ours. Still, ultrasound pictures are most precious to the mothers who can finally equate those bumps and prods with the actual foot or hand they watch on the screen.
Our little one was practicing acrobatics, and was rather annoyed at being disturbed and prodded. Flipped from breech to head-down to transverse in the space of five minutes. Little stinker. And the big question every asks, did we find out the gender?
Nope. And because we had told her that we didn't want to know, she didn't even look (which I'm sure prevents any inadvertent slips of the tongue). Ideas? Rooting for a girl for sentimental and practical reasons. Sentimental, so we can use the middle name Mardell. Practical, because our girl clothes from the Princess will cycle perfectly since both should be July birthdays. My only concern at this point is that the baby actually measured on target. I'm not used to this. Normally they tell me that the baby is big and I know to expect delivery early. This one measured spot on to the day. 20 weeks 1 day. Exactly the numbers according to calculations. We'll see if T3 makes an early entrance or not, and if it's as big as the other two were.
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