smalls up close

There are so many moments where it is clear that Smalls is the second child.
I can't help but feel a little bad but I'm sure there will be many more.

This is one of those moments.
Over a month after they were taken, here are Smalls' ultrasound shots.



 

 

Just in case it is hard to tell...
1. Our sweet little girl in profile complete with nose which looks more Myl than Rin.
2. A little bottom and spine.
3. A fair dinkum thumbs up. Must be nice in there.

womb eye candy

We had an ultrasound today.

All is well with the little one. Her placenta has moved up to the top nicely which means I don't have to have a c-section. (At least not because of the placenta)

They checked out all her other bits and...

- yes she is a girl.

- she is looking really healthy.

They are sending a report to my doctor which will also tell us how big she is. 

And now for the best bits. Unfortuately we have a very shy little one in there and she wasn't too much the fan of taking a cute snap. But we love her still.

 I think she looks like an orangutan in this one but it is really just her hand poking up in front of her mouth making her face look longer than it is.

Big foot! Maybe she is a monkey?

Another hand in front of her face. Could we have a thumb sucker?

It was lovely to see our little one again and we thank God that all is well.

Introducing the cutest little nose in the family.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Here is the little one.



















Everything is well. All bits and pieces are where they should be and the little one is growing and moving and being very cute.

I had a much nicer ultrasound experience than the last one. No crazy bladder pains and a very friendly technician.

They had a sign in the waiting room that said only one visitor allowed which was a bit of a problem as both my Mum and Myl had come to see the show. But the friendly man let them both in as long as they stayed quiet.

It was so wonderful to see the little one on the screen at long last. No longer was there a blobby duck but fingers and toes and a little face and backbone.

I think the most precious thing was seeing the hands and feet. Little one gave us a wave and was dancing and jiggling all over the place. Those feet definitely belong to Myl.

Now for the big question... boy or girl?

Well.. someone knows. We got the technician to write it on a card for us and it is currently sealed and away in a place only Myl knows where. I'm really itching to find out. Mum says she could tell but if she could she is not telling anyone. She may be bribed and coerced but as far as I'm aware she hasn't even told my Dad. So its a surprise folks. We will find out at our Itsa party on the 20th.

I really want to know.

I'm getting boy vibes cos those feet were ENORMOUS.

It was so nice to see the little one. I'm so happy all is well and good. It's so nice to think of the little one swimming around in there having a ball.

Baby Flicks - Father of the Bride Part 2

This is a weird baby movie.

The sequel to (unsurprisingly) Father of the Bride in which Steve Martins character narrates the wedding of his one and only daughter. Its pretty funny. There is a crazy French?? man named Fraaank not Frank, swans and a lot of money.

In number two the daughter gets pregnant. But that's not all. The mother, Steves wife gets pregnant too. She thought it was just menopause. So the mother daughter team go about their pregnancies together with the help of Fraaaaaaank creating beautiful baby things wherever he goes.

We watched both movies the night before I got married. Mum, Dad, sister, brother, brother in law and soontobesisterinlaw. Everyone thought the dad was a little bit like my dad. Not sure why we watched the second one but I wasn't going to go to bed early so it didn't really matter.

I guess the movie is pretty cute but it would be pretty odd growing up with an uncle or aunt who is younger than you or having a sister that is younger than your own child. I guess its do-able and I'm sure its been done.

I love these movies though. They are set from the viewpoint of the dad as he worries about all the things that Dads worry about most notably money. He gets cranky and crazy but at the end of the day all that matters is that his family are safe and happy.

The funny thing about this movie is how quickly time goes. Its kinda obvious as a movie cant really be longer than about 2 hours but from the first news to the delivery room time goes like a whiz. There seems to be no long wait, no time between doctors appointments and no time to just get on with life. The ultrasounds are beautiful. (Not at all like mine) And bellies develop in an instant. Its all very nice but not very real. But I guess a real movie might shock people away from ever wanting to have a baby.
And that baby when it gets born??? no way its a newborn. It looks about 3 years old (slight exaggeration.)

Altogether a nice nice movie. Good for a laugh.

Image Credit : Imp Awards

We have visual

Yesterday Myles and I saw the little one for the very first time.

And here is the blueberry!

We went for an 8 week ultrasound assuming we were 7 weeks and 5 days in (in the 8th week) but in actual fact the little one is only 7 weeks and 2 days old. Not a huge miscalculation but it meant that the little one was indeed little.

But now the whole story. (Warning. This may be TMI too much information for some readers.)

I had rather foolishly emailed the ultrasound place on Monday to make a booking for this week and they had not gotten back to me by Wednesday.

I think there must be something called pregnancy time. Days seem to last for weeks. Time just goes a lot longer than you expect.

So I was quite impatient and went into the office (conveniently located just up the road from Myles college) and made my own booking for 3 30 that day.

The girl at the desk told me that I had to go to the toilet at a certain time and then drink a litre of water in 30 minutes an hour before the ultrasound. I had heard about this. About the pain of a full bladder and an ultrasound want on the belly but I thought I could handle it. Its just a litre of water. On prac last semester I prided myself on being able to down two litres of H2O in the day and keeping bathroom breaks to a minimum.

Oh but weeks have passed since prac. I have not been drinking the water I should.
I downed the water in 15ish minutes. I had not been watching the clock. I began to need to go.. badly. And there was still an hour to kill.

Myles and I watched some House MD. This numbed the pain or at least distracted me. My mind kept telling me to get up and go to the smallest room in the house. It was so strange as I had to ignore my normal conditioned response to a full bladder.

Then it was time to go. I felt ready to burst. Sitting in the car was murder. "I'm not going to make it" I told Myles. I kept imagining me coming out of the bathroom feeling ashamed and having to reschedule my appointment. I did not want that to happen but I also did not want to wet myself.

We got there. (Living 5 minutes drive from the hospital really has its benefits) I ran in and made my presence known. I asked the receptionist if she had any tips. She smiled and said to not think about it. I think it was beyond not thinking about it. Myles arrived after parking the car and I paced up and down the waiting room. My kidneys and bladder felt like they were bursting.

After an impressively short time (It wasn't even 3 30 yet) the radiologist called my name. I let out a rather audible sigh of relief and Myles tells me there were a lot of disgruntled looking patients in the waiting room. I had only been there about five minutes.

After telling Myles I could not do it the doctor walked in.

"Please lie on the bed" she said and left the room.

I can't. I can't. I can't.

She came back in

"You need to lie on the bed. I can't do an ultrasound when you are standing up." This woman meant business. How many busting preggos had she seen in her days? Hundreds? Thousands? She did not care.

But that was ok. I lay down and she put the sticky goo on my belly. I couldn't see the screen but Myles could. So I watched his face. He was smiling. That meant there was something there. I asked him and he said that he could see something. It made me smile.


I wouldn't sit still. And I was breathing like a maniac. So she let me go to the loo and advised me not to let it all out.

Mmmm... Probably one of the hardest things in the world to do. (Don't say I didn't warn you about TMI)

I felt so so much better and could actually lie still. She kept prodding the wand into my belly and asking me to hold my breath to make it all still. I patiently sat and waited and then at the end she turned the screen around.

She showed me all the bits inside and then showed me the little one. It was pretty special. It didn't look like much but it didn't look like nothing either. There was a little lump of a bump inside of me for all the right reasons. She got me to hold still and zoomed in on the little one. She pointed out the heartbeat. It was like a little Christmas light flickering.

All is well. Our bobbin child is alive and growing. We know it grows. We love it and can't wait to see it in the flesh.