Tuesday, December 1, 2015

What We Learned About Our Daughter

In the world of first pregnancies, yesterday was exciting in more ways than one.  It started with a late 20-week ultrasound/anatomy scan of our daughter (I say late because I'm actually 22 1/2 weeks along at this point) and this was the first time we have had the opportunity to "see" her since she was just a wee 8-week-old blob.

As the ultrasound technician moved goo around my belly and a baby suddenly appeared on the screen next to me, I was internally oo'ing and aww'ing at her cute little nose while my husband was silently using his previous anatomy T.A. knowledge to pretend he is a doctor and completed his own examination of her heart and brain (he makes me giggle).

While we were both happy to hear all her teeny organs are developed and seem to be functioning normally, we also learned two things about our first-born:

1. She is a petite little thing. Though her weight is average for this stage of baby-dom, her frame is only in the 29th percentile, making it obvious she is my child (as if her physically growing from nothing inside of my body wasn't clue enough). My family, particularly my Dad's side, are all small people. At a mere 5'4", I tower over my grandma and most, if not all, of my aunts. We're a compact little group. Fun size. She still has time for a growth spurt and we'll be checking her again around 30-32 weeks.

2. She is already quite the stubborn child...just like both her momma and daddy...and her Papa and Uncle, if we're talking family traits. In an effort to get a typical profile shot of her, the tech and I tried everything. I was shaking my hips around to get her to move and the tech was rubbing/poking the heck out of her.  The moment she would turn her head, the tech would try to snap the picture but failed every time because little girl immediately turned  her head back to where she had it. She was saying "excuse me...I'm quite comfortable in this position, so your pictures will have to wait, Mom."

So we got what we could and I've been staring at her pictures just about every hour on the hour, plus every time I open my phone as she is now the star of my lock screen.

The other reason yesterday was so exciting was because I felt my first legitimate punch in my stomach. I've been feeling flutters up near my belly button for a couple of weeks now, but this was different.  First, it was down by where her head and arm were at earlier that day during the ultrasound.  It wasn't a flutter, but felt more like a big muscle spasm. At first I thought it was just that, but then when it kept happening, I put my hand on my belly and actually FELT it from the outside. It was NUTS! The weirdest, coolest, weirdest feeling ever. The more it happened, the more weirded-out I got...probably because it couldn't control it at all and never knew when it was coming. I screamed a lot and called a lot of people. :)

4 months from today is her due date and I know it will fly by!Pin It

1 comment:

  1. And her MaeMae is just as excited to see Little Baby Girl! Of course I would like her to grow a little longer, but petite is just fine! Mama and Daughter can share high heels (when she gets old enough, of course). The Scottish side is small but feisty! Look out world, little baby girl is going to make her mark!!!