I went for my first ultrasound yesterday. I am 18 weeks along, and I haven’t felt the baby move. at. all. At this time with Sacha, he was already making his presence known, so I have had the old mother panic that I wasn’t really pregnant, that there was no baby, that I was getting fat for nothing. Well, I guess eating ice cream and chocolate every day would do that to me anyway.
The ultrasound was an eye opener in several ways:
- There really is a baby in there.
- The baby really knows how to boogie! It made for a very long ultrasound process, as it wouldn’t sit still long enough to get the photos and measurements they need for morphology.
- In the future, I should totally disregard their requirements to drink 4-8 oz glasses of water, having been sent to the bathroom not once, but twice, to empty first a cup and a half, then 2 cups. Anyone who has had to do this knows it is not easy to just let a little pee out. And then there I am, the Power Pee-er. I can void an overflowing bladder in under 10 seconds. Probably closer to 5. I was chanting to myself “hold it, hold it, drip drip drip.” It seemed to do the trick, but I was still in very near danger of dribbling in my pants.
- The baby will be a girl. We don’t know this from the ultrasound, but hear me out. Look at this picture of our little joy-bundle:
It looks like an alien, no? Aliens are green. Ivy is green. Therefore it will be a girl and her name will be Ivy.
PS – Tony actually thinks he saw a penis, but honestly, the way that kid was moving, it could have been ANYTHING, like a little pink bow or a cute barrette. I hold true to my logic.