GIRL!
And in true girl-y fashion, this post is written in pink to celebrate! Now isn’t that just FUN?
20 weeks, 2 days
I’ve known the gender of the little fetal friend growing inside of me for almost 2 months and I’m SUPER FREAKING SORRY I didn’t blog it sooner. I (as always) have a lot of catching up to do on here and I swear someday I’m going to get better at remembering to post things. And if I don’t, could you remind me to? I blame the pregnancy brain. Thanks.
So up until we found out the sex of the baybeh, I was putting my money on either alien or demon. Because, let’s face it-something inside of me was clearly attempting to get out and the only logical assumption was OMG ALIEN. I would jokingly call her my “demonbaby” or “demonfetus” because of the horrible, terrible, very bad, no good round ligament pain I was experiencing. HOLY OW AND STUFF. Only a demon could be responsible for that kind of shady business. She was also sitting funny or pinching a nerve or SOMETHING that was (well, still is) causing me excruciating pain in my lower back and legs. For a couple of days I did. not. get. up. due to the pain of simply moving my legs. Suckage.
But of course, it’s worth it. She’s worth it. Demon or not.
Uhhh, maybe I have reason to believe she is a demon?
Never fear, it was actually SUPER adorable and this was a yawn.
She moved her mouth and sucked a little then let out the most adorable little fetal yawn ever.
But we can still go with demonbaby just for kicks.
The Ultrasound Story (In A Nutshell)
December 22nd, 2010 12:45pm. Radiology.
I was beyond excited, and I really had to pee.
(You try drinking a large McDonalds cup full of water with someone inside of you using your bladder as a trampoline and someone outside of you prodding your bladder! Actually, no. Don’t. It hurts.)
I laid down on the table and Phil sat in a chair next to me. The ultrasound tech put some warm gel on my belly which I didn’t like too much. At my doctor’s office they don’t warm it and I found the warmed gel to be weird and…well…warm. Not a fan. Baby popped up on the screen and my heart melted a tiny bit. The tech clicked around, did her measurements, pushed a lot of buttons, and pointed a few things out to us explaining that it all looked normal/healthy.
To be honest I think I was half zon ed-out. I just sat there. Staring and smiling.
This is what a baby girl’s foot looks like, in case you’re wondering.
Of course my insides were jumping (ha, pun!) and anticipating when she’d make the boy/girl declaration. I didn’t any evidence of (as Phil calls it) “a little humdinger”, but I also know nothing about reading ultrasounds so I didn’t get my hopes up. Then Phil patted me on the leg. I turned towards him and he mouthed, “it’s a girl” and nodded. I smiled.
And sure enough? Confirmation that we were having a girl took place several minutes later. I just remember smiling. And smiling. And smiling some more. Then looking at Phil. And smiling even more.
And that day, three days before Christmas, I got the best gift. Finding out that I had a demonPRINCESS inside of me.
