Helloooo Out There!
Friday was our ultrasound, and it was incredible. The first part wasn’t so great—16 oz. of water consumed an hour before the appointment, with a no-bathroom policy until the procedure was halfway through, while being firmly prodded with the ultrasound wand thing—but it was all worthwhile when the technician finally turned the monitor towards us and gave us our first peek at our baby girl.
A girl! Of course it’s not 100% certain, but the evidence, such as it was, was there. We were both shocked; we were convinced it was a boy—not for any scientific or intuitive reason; it’s just what we thought. As we watched her on the monitor, she opened her mouth, moved her arms around, and even touched her face with a tiny hand. In the picture, it looks like she’s waving at us—giving us a little hello from my uterus. (It also looks like she was slyly thisclose to giving us a peace sign—perhaps a little joke, wisely reconsidered, to remind us that we were having a California baby after all.)
Let the naming challenge begin…
A girl! Of course it’s not 100% certain, but the evidence, such as it was, was there. We were both shocked; we were convinced it was a boy—not for any scientific or intuitive reason; it’s just what we thought. As we watched her on the monitor, she opened her mouth, moved her arms around, and even touched her face with a tiny hand. In the picture, it looks like she’s waving at us—giving us a little hello from my uterus. (It also looks like she was slyly thisclose to giving us a peace sign—perhaps a little joke, wisely reconsidered, to remind us that we were having a California baby after all.)
Let the naming challenge begin…
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