As I shared earlier today, I was fortunate enough to get what may well be the final look at our darlin' daughter this morning. My ultrasound appointment was at 8:15, so while the brothers were eating breakfast I announced that I was off to see Sissy and left them in Aunt Katy's capable hands.
My goal was to get back home by 9:30 so that I could get Katy and Patrick off to the airport to catch their flight back to Oklahoma, so I was a little nervous when the clock showed 8:30 and I still hadn't been called. Luckily, it was only a matter of minutes before I was back in the room, getting that special gel squirted on my belly.
The tech set right to work getting the measurements to ensure that Baby was the size she needed to be, despite Mommy's numbers being off. Throughout the entire ultrasound, she kept commenting on what a wiggle worm I had; the girl was going a little crazy and would not stay still, even for a second, which made measuring her belly and head difficult. Eventually she slowed down enough to nab some good shots, both of which showed her measuring right around 33 weeks. The tech also got her femur length, at which point she asked me how tall I was, as well as how tall my husband was. She predicted that Baby was not going to be very tall based upon these numbers (which wouldn't be a surprise, considering Kaiser and Porter have never been off-the-charts in length).
I can't forget to share that, not long into the exam, the kiddo decided to give us a crystal-clear view of her nether regions -- the kind of view that erased any and all doubt that may have been lingering in Mommy's mind about her possession of two X chromosomes. The tech said (and I quote): "Ultrasounds are never a 100% guarantee, but it doesn't get any clearer than that. If you came back in September and told me you'd given birth to a boy, there's no way I would believe you!" So, it sounds like we can rest assured that Sister is, indeed, a sister. :)
What else am I forgetting? Baby Girl is currently head down, and her face was all smashed up against my placenta, making good mug shots difficult to nab. She kept turning her head back and forth, and at one point we were able to see her give a really big yawn, which was cute.
So...would you like to see a couple of pictures of the Lil Miss? I really wish we'd been able to get better ones (even had my fingers crossed for some 3-D images), but alas, she wasn't too cooperative. Guess I'll take what I can get!
Wondering where she's hiding those kissable lips...?
Turning her face away while giving us a little wave. Such a tease.
Once we were finished, I was reassured that there seemed to be absolutely no concern about her size -- she was measuring in the 52nd percentile, and her current weight was estimated at 4 pounds 10 ounces. (However, I must say that I am seriously skeptical of these numbers; based upon ultrasounds late in my previous pregnancies, both of my boys were projected to be way heavier than they actually turned out to be.) Regardless of the exact number that shows up on the scale in 7 weeks, I'm glad to hear (and see) that all is well with our sweet tiny, and that she's happy and healthy and cookin' away.
Less than 50 days until we get to call this guessing game quits and finally meet our gal face-to-face! Can you believe it???







































