I loves me some ultrasounds.
Dorrie was a little freaked out by my 11.5 week ultrasound. I hadn’t realized it would be scary for her, so I didn’t think to prep her at all. Then when we went into a tiny dark room and I climbed up on a table and a stranger started messing with my stomach, she got scared. This time we discussed it beforehand – how she would sit in a chair and mama would lie down on a table and a nice lady would use a special camera to show us pictures of the new baby. She LOVED the idea. In fact, yesterday morning we dropped my husband off at the train in the morning due to the pouring rain (thank you, leftover Gustav remnants), and when I pulled back in our carport she had a huge fit, screaming “NO I WANT SEE BABY, I DON’T WANT GO HOME, I WANT SEE BAAAABY!!!”
We got through that eventually, and left for my appointment in the afternoon. She was totally fine with the ultrasound concept this time – she even told me to lie down on when I got up and sat on the table.
We got to see an adorable little foot with smoochable little toes,
a cute zombie/skill face shot (braaaaaaaains, delicious braaaaaains), and then…
Dorrie’s favorite part – finding out that she was right all along about the brother/sister thing.
September 5th, 2008 at 9:04 am
What fun that she was there!! Charlie points at my u/s pic on the fridge and says “Baby! Mama! Tummy!” whenever we pass it.
September 5th, 2008 at 9:04 am
Oh, and congratulations! Sorry!!
September 5th, 2008 at 12:12 pm
I like the “boy” shot. Although it looks like you are having PacMan.
September 7th, 2008 at 3:08 am
I was right, too! Yay!
September 8th, 2008 at 10:25 am
He’s beautiful!
I love that Dorrie is so verbal. Samuel still isn’t speaking, and although I think he senses that something’s up – he loves playing with my ginormous tummy and the “North Mole” – he doesn’t or can’t express it.
Congratulations, mama. I used to think I’d never know what to do with a boy, but man o man, am I ever in love.