Baby number 3 was not shy last week. He - yes - HE! let it all hang out. Husband, Son & I pensively sat waiting for news about his health & then held our breath as our doctor stilled our baby's bum on the screen. This wasn't anything like our first ultrasound appointment in which the screen resembled a galaxy in outer space where bizarre shapes & creatures reside; we're old pros now knowing our femurs from our umbilical cords & baby tenders.
After the exciting news, we settled in to see his sweet face & rapid heart. We laughed as he squirmed & wiggled with ease. My eyes misted when his little head bowed looking as if he was saying a humble prayer. I knew I was. Is he healthy? Are all of his parts there? Does everything look normal?
"Yes, yes & yes" were all the consoling answers from our doc. "He's perfect & growing healthy." Phew. Thankfully the onion rings from Joe's Farm House Grill did not affect him. (I've been craving no-no foods for the past 3 months. When I was out with my friend Kara for a girls night & she saw I ordered onion rings she gasped, "That's how I know you're pregnant. You never eat food like that!") Alas... they were delicious.
So I must break out all of Son's boy paraphernalia from storage. We've already looked at a new bunk bed from IKEA this past weekend. The plans are in the works. Bring on the blue, the mud, the burps, the rocks & sticks, the capes, the Legos, the superhero underwear, the sweaty puppy smell & yes even the Vaseline for that poor little circumcised wiener. We are all getting excited to meet our new addition.
And if Son gets his way, his name will be Rico. That gave me a good laugh.
P.S... I'd post our ultrasound pic, but our scanner is busted. Dang kids.