We had another MFM appointment today, and as I had hoped, it went well. The boy is weighing in at 3 lb 7 oz. That makes my 4lb weight gain this week not seem so dramatic. That being said, I still probably shouldn't have eaten a donut for breakfast this morning, but it's a surefire way to get the boy on full display for his screen time. And boy was he ever! He wouldn't cooperate for the tech, but as soon as she finished her measurements etc, and took the transducer off my belly, the boy flipped. Literally, from facing my spine, to facing forward, and NZ stared at my belly in utter amazement and asked, " Does that happen all night?" LOL. Yes, sunshine...it does, hence my 2 a.m. words with friends games from the living room, until he chillaxes a little bit so I can actually lay down without feeling alien-like movement from my insides. I love every minute of it though. A moving baby is a living baby, and that's all that's important to us.
My fedora wearing MFM came in( again, what's with the hat?), and as soon as he put the transducer on my belly, there the boy was, showing his perfect little mugshot... a nose....lips..ears..chin..eyes..mouth...all there. All so baby-like, and REAL.
I have trouble wrapping my head around it some days, after the years we've wanted and tried, and lost, to see ourselves so close to being able to bring a baby home, it's almost surreal. I'm sure the surreal-ness will wear off by about the 3rd diaper change, but for now I am looking forward to continuing to bake this baby until he's ready to make his grand entrance into our family.
