Me either... because I still don't know what this baby is!
But, I do know that baby has it's daddy's ridiculously large feet. Check out the 2nd toe... I'm pretty sure it's longer than the first, which is an Aleman trait and one Wes has- big time!
On St. Patrick's day (night really, being as it was 8:30 pm) Wes and I headed to our ultra sound apt. It was nice going so late as we were the only people there and got done with everything in 15-20 minutes.
Got in, stripped down and had that ultra sound. It was soooooo hard not to find out, as the technician was positive she knew what the baby was and kept asking and questioning whether or not we were sure we didn't want to know. Yes, of course we have speculated what her being positive means... but it means we are having either a girl or a boy and she knows it one way or another. (I'm beginning to lead more towards a boy now.... whereas before I was positive it was a girl). Man, it would be nice to know. :) j/k
Um.... I must admit though, I was tempted to find out..............so tempted. Even more so, Wes was tempted. But, we stayed strong and didn't give in.
It was soooo fun seeing the baby. We saw femur bones, heart chambers, kidneys, face, legs, arms, etc. Unfortunately, this baby takes after both mama and dadda as it was not going to wake up. It slept the majority of the ultra sound (boo) and woke up and moved for us for maybe the last 3-4 minutes. Best minutes ever btw!!!
I cannot believe how much it excites me to feel the baby and know something is growing in me. I get full on kicks, bumps, running on the bladder now. Wes feels the baby almost every night too. I always thought it would be weird, uncomfortable and honestly I thought we girls got shafted having to do everything... but my mind grapes (30 Rock quote) have changed completely. I feel so blessed and special being able to do something so important and precious.
On another note... I am getting big (at least I feel like). People are now asking when I am due, and in the last 2 weeks or so I have just POPPED out. Kinda hard to adjust actually.
I love talking to little kids about the baby in my belly and they are all so funny. My nephew, Ryan thinks preggo bellies are like balloons and can be popped if you don't want the baby. Ella wants it only to be a girl and to name her Calissa/Salissa (don't know how she wants me to spell it though), last night Brinley told me she was positive it was a boy and should be named Porter. Carter and Claire know a little more as baby William was born just last week... but they have some ca-razy names for this baby and would like it to be a boy.
So at about 23 weeks things are still super good and fun, and I am enjoying every minute of this pregnancy. Here's to high hopes that things don't change for me too much in the last 17 weeks.
21 weeks pregnant... so far the only "belly" photo I've taken.
And here is our wee one. The technician said it weighs about 1 lb 1 oz right now. And, seriously, check out the size of that foot!!!