Today was my “big” ultrasound, and here is my 22 week belly. Sigh. I can find flattering enough poses to put on here, but you catch one candid of me and it is just plain discouraging. Anywho, it was kind of odd going to the ultrasound because even though the point of the “big” ultrasound is to check that all is developing well, etc, the point for most of us is really to find out the baby’s gender and we are not finding out our little one’s gender this time around. Won’t it be a fun surprise when I am in the hospital and they hold up our baby and say, “It’s a ____!” It will be fun. I don’t know what made me want to keep it a surprise this time. I’ve never wanted to before, but I made certain that the technician didn’t even put a picture of that area in the charts because I don’t want a doctor or nurse to accidentally tell me. So, it was still fun to see little baby and to see that yes, it is indeed a baby. She said baby weighed about 15 oz. right now, but I think she calculated incorrectly because I am currently only 5 lbs. away from my final weight at the end of my pregnancy with Abe (and I have 18 weeks to go), but I am pretty certain that is only because I have a 20 pound baby in there! It will make for an awful delivery but won’t it be nice to have all that weight gone so quickly? Here is little unnamed baby (yah, we don’t even have a name for our sweet boy or girl). She didn’t get any very good pictures – they were all a bit blurry, but you can see a cute little pug nose and little one’s arm reaching above its head. She couldn’t get a good face shot forever because baby had its hand covering its face as if to hide from the camera. Maybe we have a little star and he/she is just practicing shunning the paparazzi.
P.S. Remember when I used to sometimes write funny and occasionally clever posts? Those were fun days, weren’t they? I am too tired to be clever anymore, but I liked this old post. I think it was before most friends knew about my blog, so it might seem like a new fun post and then you’ll forget how unfunny I’ve become (and feel free to comment there as well . . . that might be funny).
Oh, P.S. Again. If you do pick 5 lbs. of blueberries and you have a very darling little baby who loves those blueberries and wants to eat them and eat them, and you love her to eat them because they are full of antioxidant power (go antioxidants) and because they are soft and, unlike her beloved grapes, not very chokey . . . still, even if all those things are true, you might not want to let her eat a pound or so herself unless you like to change diapers -- A LOT.