This was a big event, as we had both sets of parents join us for the ultrasound this week. It was a little chaotic in the room, I think the tech was a little thrown off by the grandmothers-to-be chattering over her shoulder, and the doctor came in a chatted through half of it, not letting my wife really see a whole lot.
But what does she need to see, right? It’s inside of her. She’s hogging all the real quality time.
From their estimated measurements, the baby appears to be on the large size. 5lbs 8oz, and in theory he will double in size before he’s born. That’d be an 11lb baby, for the mathetically challenged. They want us back for one more ultrasound to check up on this. Too big could be a problem.
I of course tried to assuage my wife by telling her I read where ultrasound weight estimates can be up to 1.5 – 2lbs off – he might only be 3 and a half or four pounds.
“Or he could be seven and half!” she replied.
Clearly, this was a poor tactic.
There’s an honest-to-gosh baby in there now, just look at it! And the following quote was provided by the ultrasound tech, who was a bit devious in revealing the gender.
To be honest, I deflated the surprise for myself a bit when I spied the little guy’s… equipment… as she was doing the preliminary scans. At least, I thought I had. Turns out, what I had seen was the umbilical cord. So I had a moment of excitement followed by uncertainty, followed by renewed for-real excitement a few seconds later.
It’s cliche to say all we really wanted was a healthy baby, and we would have been happy either way. And I think we would have been. But we both wanted a boy – I think my wife maybe a little more than me – and it was very happy news to hear.
She cried. I grinned.
By jove, I do believe that bean is turning into a baby. Too early to tell the gender.
‘Noodle’ has been replaced by the term ‘monkey.’
Starting to look like something here.
His/her heartbeat is so very fast. Kind of terrifying.
Not much to say here – 7 weeks and so far so good.
Looks like a bean, but since ‘bean’ is such an overused term for a baby, we’re calling it ‘the noodle.’
You know, like a little gnocchi. Or an orecchietta.