So we had our second trimester 3D ultrasound today, and I have to say, I know I’m a bit partial, but my baby is a-dor-a-ble. Even all squishy and clay-colored and tiny. She’s all cooked, just needs to get bigger.
The thing is, and I don’t know why I didn’t realize this before, but all babies in utero look pretty much exactly the same. In other words, she doesn’t look Asian, which surprised me a little (I know, I’m more than slightly crazy). The baby that is currently shoving her tiny adorable foot right in my bladder looks nothing like the baby I have pictured in my head. And really, the baby I have in my head will most likely look nothing like the baby that eventually makes her debut. I suppose it’s just easier to have a face to imagine when you’re daydreaming and planning and freaking out. And I’m not exactly sure how I came up with my baby composite; it’s like my brain merged my picture with Tom’s picture and created a faux baby. I will pee my pants if faux baby and real baby actually look alike. I may go into business as a baby face predictor.
Just realized that another side effect of pregnancy is severe mind-wandering and delusional blogging. Moving on…
If you’ve ever had an ultrasound, you’ll understand when I say it’s kind of stressful. Not only because you’re seeing your baby for the (likely) first time, and God forbid something is wrong, this is when you’d find out. But it’s stressful for another reason as well, as I found out during today’s ultrasound: this is the first opportunity your child has to either behave and stay still and turn when needed so the patient tech can get all the pictures and measurements she needs, or misbehave and flip over and over and over in the complete opposite direction required, or lay on her stomach the whole time, or cover her face with her cute little hands, or literally move around so that the only view we have is of her adorable little butt. Can you guess which group my sweet little angel fell into today? And the funny thing is, I was kind of embarrassed. I kept willing her to stop and lie still for the tech, like I was a bad parent because she wouldn’t cooperate. I sincerely hope this is not indicative of what’s to come; I ask her kindly every night before we go to sleep to be kind to Mommy and always be a good girl and never misbehave. She usually digs her heel into my bladder to let me know she hears me.
By the way, as soon as Tech Tom edits our DVD, we’ll post it and you will all be able to ooooh and aaaah over my adorable little baby. Please, try to contain yourselves.