Baby! Of one variety or the other.
We decided long before we ever got to 20 weeks even with Kitty that we didn’t want to know what variety of baby she was going to be, and we’ve never regretted waiting for the surprise with any of our children. I can see all the practical arguments for wanting to know in advance, but for me I love the surprise, the anticipation of not knowing, of imagining a life with three little girls and the one with two girls and their tiny brother.
Kitty is still certain that it’s a baby sister, and H, in a voice of mock doom firmly predicts a future of being surrounded by girls. I find it harder to imagine a baby boy than a baby girl, but I think that’s mostly because my experience is just with baby girls, I don’t know that I’ve got strong feelings either way. We’ll now soon enough.
And from all appearances, or at least all behaviour during the scan, this Little Bump is showing signs of being just like his or her sisters. The Little Bump did eventually present all the required parts for scanning, but not without a little persuasion in the form of Fizzy Pig Tails, a good gulp of ice cold orange juice and some wiggling (from me) to get the kidneys in the frame. With Kitty I had to go back a week later for a rescan, and with Elma I had to dance up and down the hallway
He or she is also a serious wiggler. Even before we started on the sugar high the baby was dancing away. I could see the picture of whatever it was we were looking at staying fairly still on the screen, and then at the same time feel the sonographer chasing the baby across my tummy with the ultrasound wand. When Kitty was a bump the 20 week scan was the first real confirmation that what I thought was the baby kicking, was in fact some good walloping thumps from Miss Kit, but with Elma and now Little Bump I’ve felt movement much earlier and much stronger; it’s such a funny sensation seeing a kick on the screen at the same time as you feel it make contact with your innards.
Happily the Little Bump is perfectly find and healthy, at least as far as a scan can see; measuring spot on in most measurements, and about a week ahead around his or her tummy; I’m guessing all those bananas have been helping someone grow big and strong. My placenta is a bit on the low side at the moment; it’s not covering anything it shouldn’t, just a little low, and there’s every chance that it will move higher and out of the way as my pregnancy progresses but I’m booked in for a rescan at 34 weeks to have another look and hopefully all will be well.
This is the best of the four pictures taken; in the following two Little Bump has clearly sensed that we’re having a peek and starts to turn away, and from then on in he or she hid their face whenever we contemplated any pictures, although we did get to see a little yawn. The profile is fairly obvious, but I wouldn’t have been able to spot half of the things our sonographer pointed out to us, so for the benefit of anyone else who thinks ultrasound look a little bit like a satellite weather image, I’ve done an annotated version:
Just how long are those legs! That’s another baby who’ll laugh in the face of newborn baby-gros then!