Today, we had a growth scan ultrasound again. Long story short, our civilian doctor in Utah screwed everything up, so now we have to re-do everything with our new doctor on base. Everything. Including all the uncomfortable, invasive procedures (ladies, you know what I'm talking about), blood work, ultrasounds.. you name it, we're on round two. Although most of it is a hassle, we love getting to do the extra ultrasounds. Our little tiny guy is growing so quickly and we're glad not to be missing any of it.
All of baby's organs and extremities are still in place and growing perfectly, his heart beat sounds perfect and he's still a boy. Here's a photo of his cute little profile, and one of his open mouth and nose (which may be hard to see if you're not familiar with ultrasounds):
Ahem.. Please pardon me as I brag, just a little...
My belly is measuring about 26.5 centimeters, which is right on track. At 25 weeks along, I'm proud to announce a gain of only seven pounds (all in the belly, thank Prada). About halfway through the ultrasound, the technician saved herself a spot in paradise by saying, "Man, there's not an ounce of fat on you- all muscle!" She was talking about me, not the baby. Believe me- I asked. I wanted to leap off of the table and kiss her for her incredible words of kindness! I'm not sure how eating candy and cookies and ice cream every day for twenty five weeks translates into "not an ounce of fat," but I'm not going to question the lady.. she's the one in the medical field, not me!
I can't wait to announce this little love's name so I can stop referring to him as just "baby" on here! Stay tuned, that's coming sooner than you think...
2 comments:
That pic of his mouth is ADORABLE!
Isn't it?! Oh I just can't wait to love on this little guy every day. Hurry up, March!
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