Friday, September 23rd, 2011
As I mentioned earlier, our midpoint fetal anatomy ultrasound was yesterday. Everything went well. As she methodically checked and measured each organ and body part, the tech kept repeating, “This one’s a mover!”
I’d kind of figured. Since that fluttery feeling started full-force last week, it’s been pretty consistent. That would be my instinct, too, if I were holed up in a small dark place. Some might be content to rest or meditate, but I’d be all twitchy energy. While I very much appreciate the peek into my womb, I have to say that it looks pretty boring in there. I suppose it’s easier to focus on growing when there aren’t any major distractions.
We were initially told the sex of the baby way back in the 12th week. That particular tech is a total ultrasound rockstar, and he was not the least bit hesitant about his determination. Deep down, I believed him. Still, it felt prudent to wait for this milestone before giving away my boy clothes. Just in case.
This tech confirmed: It’s a girl. Can you hear that slamming door? I can. It’s coming from 15 years in the future, when I’ve told her she can’t get that Mickey Mouse tattoo, or that I’m chaperoning the school dance. Again.
Bring it on, little girl. We’re ready for you.