Wednesday, November 25, 2009
My first ultrasound was at 7 weeks. The baby was so small you could really only see the heartbeat and hear the sound... swish, swish, swish.
That's my girl, all heart.
My next ultrasound was at almost twelve weeks. The baby was rocking and rolling - moving like crazy on the tide of amniotic fluid - a wave pool for the adventurer and she was hanging ten with the best of them - all long fingers and movement.
That's my girl, taking it all in stride.
The third ultrasound was at twenty weeks (just days ago). The baby was in her father's favorite sleeping pose, on her side with her hands on either side of her face. Moving away from the pressure to get more comfy, but without the acrobatics of the last time. She seems shy - she moves away from the sonar at the doctor's office, shimmies to the left when the ultrasound wand comes her way, and is very patient with her mother sloshing her this way and that during the many yoga poses she does nearly daily.
That's my girl, modest and patient.
If it all goes well, that's the last time I'll see her until the end - when they'll check to see if she's ready to come out and play. I miss her already.