Anatomy Ultrasound

Anatomy Ultrasound. Makes it sound all official and crap. I guess so the crappy insurance company that we have insurance through will pay for it. They can't call it a "gender scan" or a "sex ultrasound"...That would make it sound so unnecessary and therefore could be denied payment by the insurance company.

And really, the ultrasound is an in depth look at the anatomy and the structures of the fetus while still in utero. It allows for diagnosis and potential treatment of certain medical problems and conditions. With our practitioner's approval, we decided not to have any genetic screening tests. There is such a high rate of false positives (if you want to call it that) that we didn't want to worry about something potentially being wrong the rest of the pregnancy. Anything major should show up on a scan, and then we can choose to have further testing if we want.

So, on Tuesday, I'll bare my baby belly and pray for a perfectly healthy baby. With any luck, this little monkey (who coincidentally is about the size of a small ripe canteloupe, by the way) will have not a shred of modesty and we will get to find out whether we are having a penis baby or a vagina baby.

But really, we will get to see the first pictures of our angel baby and Daddy will get to really begin the bonding process...I've been feeling the little turkey kick and punch me now every day consistenly for about 9 days or so...Nothing strong enough for N to feel from the outside of my belly yet. I can't wait until he can put his hand on my belly and feel Thumper kick.

I'm gestating a kickboxer

For the sake of brevity until we know the gender of our love child, I will likely refer to the baby as "she" or "her"...

N says she just wants out. I saw it's too early and she needs to chill and hang out a little while longer.

Yesterday I was on my laptop chatting with N and trying to work as little as possible. I hadn't really felt any movement since that first night almost 2 weeks ago. Not that I was terribly worried, because it's still pretty early and I know that in a month or 2, I'll be begging her to stop.

I soon found my belly button under attack by a miniature fetal limb. It's not really a poking or a jabbing. I'm not quite sure how to describe it. But she kicked and punched my belly button for over an hour. N said "are you sure it's not gas?"

Yep. I'm sure.

Grandma (my mom) says, "well at least you know there's a baby in there and it's not just a tumor" as she laughs. I've heard all about my own acrobatics while in the womb...Apparently, I did headstands on my mom's bladder and pushed up on her diaphragm. Hey! I was just trying to have a little more space. I hear it gets crowded in there eventually.

It's kinda neat. I guess I should enjoy the gentle taps and pokes while I can, before she decides to really try to kick her way out of her uterine home.

I can't wait until her Daddy can feel her moving around, too. It's so amazing and I'm eager to share this part of monkey's gestation with him.