Turn yourself about

Well we’ve made it to the office ‘all clear’ mark of 12 weeks and our fig is ahead of schedule and now a large lime. We went in for the ultrasound where they do the measurey thing of the back of the neck to see if we have a child with high risk for Downs Syndrome and the critter was asleep. So asleep that the ultrasound tech had me coughing, poking, leaning back so I was nearly upside-down, turning on my side, then the other side, and the hokey pokey to turn myself about. They had me get up to use the ladies room and while I was in there I did a few jumping jacks. That seemed to wake the little bugger up enough that they could get the measurements that they needed and Dad was able to see the mouth and hands open and close. It was cute to see his face. We laughed quite a bit about that fact that this kid is already lazy like me in the mornings. 

I give you our critter!

Looks pretty much like every other ultrasound blob ever produced, but it’s our blob. We’re supposed to be super excited because it’s soooo unique and the nurse practitioner was super excited when telling us all about how the measurements came in low and how we likely do not need to worry about Downs. They told us that the critter is growing a bit ahead of schedule at a little over 3 inches from head to rump. We're hoping that the kid gets my height. The nurse got all giddy when making my next three appointments saying “this is going to go so fast!”. My brain immediately begged to differ and called her some not-so-nice-names because she doesn’t have to cook the kid. But it was nice. She was nice. Pregnancy is nice.