Oh, is there anything more exciting? Well, I guess actually having the baby would be more exciting, but I was literally counting down the hours until our ultrasound last week. Derek and Riley came along and we tried to explain to Riley that we’d get to see the baby on the screen, but it won’t look like the baby will when he/she is born.
Like the last time I was pregnant, we decided not to find out the baby’s gender. I know. Whine, whine, whine. I can’t believe how strongly people feel that you should find out what you’re having. I just feel like it’s meant to be a surprise and honestly, the moment Riley was born when Derek announced, “It’s a……RILEY!” was one of the most exciting moments of my life. I want that feeling again. It’s worth the wait.
So the tech checked everything out and thankfully everything looks good. See?
I know, this is clearly a beautiful, gifted child, right?
When I had the 20-week ultrasound with Riley, things weren’t worry-free afterwards. He was measuring 6 days smaller than he should have been, he had short femurs and his kidneys were two different sizes. The latter two facts are apparently soft markers of Down’s Syndrome. So we were sent to a specialist, who told us if she had to bet money, our baby didn’t have Down’s Syndrome. And she was right.
But because of this, I don’t take that 20-week ultrasound for granted. It’s not only an exciting thing done to find out if you’re having a boy or a girl. It’s to make sure the brain is developing, the heart has four chambers, and that the spine is complete. Those are some of the things I want to be reassured of. What’s between our little one’s legs is secondary.
Though it was absolutely hilarious when the tech was looking at the gender so we all turned away from the screen and Riley said, “Where’s his wiener?” That’s our boy.
Though this appointment did produce something we hadn’t planned for.
Apparently, I am not 20 weeks along like I thought I was. I’m 18 weeks along. Ugh.
So they changed my due date from July 4 to July 18. It looks like we won’t have an Independence Day baby after all. I feel like I failed a grade because now I have to repeat those couple weeks of Babycenter emails and milestones. I’ll have to wait a little longer for the “Hooray! I’m halfway!” feeling. But I know one thing is for sure, come July 5, I’m going to be so tired of being pregnant. I already know it.
But the goal is a healthy baby and if this picture of a sweet cross-legged baby is any indication, I think we’ll be just fine.