Today was the day!
Ultrasound day! I’ve been so excited/anxious about this day for some reason. Ben and I both have had the pregnancy jitters with this pregnancy more so than any other baby…in the back of our minds, I think we are both thinking that we’ve been so lucky to have three healthy children so far, how could we ask for more??
I think the other part of my anxiety was my mom guilt for not being totally pumped when this baby came along. I worried, deep down, if I “caused” something to go wrong with the baby and if my “punishment” would be dolled out because of it.
And because I’ve been still in some weird state of pregnancy limbo about this baby–I can’t really be pregnant again, can I? Can I really be any sort of good mother to four children six and under??--the flip side of all my anxiety and worry was this:
I was so, so excited to see this baby.
In all honesty, I was even more excited to see this baby than any of the other ultrasounds–I think, because now that I’m a little older and have a few extra notches on the belt (literally, although I can’t wear belts at the moment…) I realize how incredible it really is to be a part of this baby’s life and how nothing, and I do mean nothing, can be taken for granted.
So off we went, all five of us to pile in the ultrasound room (my OB lets the ultrasound be a family affair, which I love) and I marveled over every baby part that the tech pointed out–hand, arms, feet, flipping, spinning, perfect body. How on earth does all of that develop in only 20 weeks while I’m busy sneaking french fries from my kids? It’s almost embarrassing how little I do to help this little one out…
In the end, everything went off without a hitch. The baby’s measurements were perfect, the size was normal (unlike Jake, who was off the charts at his 20 week ultrasound! Click here to see how my belly compared with him! ), and my due date is right on track. I think I’m a little bigger than I was with Jake, but I piled into that nice billowy white shirt so we really can’t tell for sure and I could go out to lunch without feeling too bad about myself…
And as far as the gender goes…
It’s marked away secretly in an envelope I am currently willing myself not to tear open, waiting for our gender reveal party that was initially going to be for my husband’s birthday in two weeks but has now been moved to this weekend because we.just.can’t.wait.
Stay tuned!! Any guesses for the fourth time around??