And I’m having a….
BABY! Yup. Nothing new. I went to the hospital today for the routine second trimester ultrasound and found out what I’m having. That’s right. I found out. Ready for it?
That’s right. I’m having THE TERMINATOR. Personally, I couldn’t believe that the ultrasound tech actually thought I’d want to have this photo. But then again, she must have known me better than I thought. See – spending 45 minutes with a woman who is fondling your stomach and taking measurements of your growing fetus gets you in tune with each other. Or at least that is my thinking.
So previously, I was totally thinking girl. I’m still thinking girl. And not because Claire says it’s a girl, but because prior to seeing this little bugger up close and personal, I don’t know…I just got that feeling. I had it with Claire, I had it with Luca. I was right with both. So, what are the odds I can go 3/3? Plus, I totally like my girl name better than my boy name.
Off track! So then, I saw this image:
…and I totally had Claire flashbacks. Luca had his finger in his mouth the whole time sucking on that thumb. And just about 20 minutes ago, you would have witnessed the same thing. Except in addition to the thumb sucking, he carries around a blanket. Totally circa Linus from Peanuts. I think had I been able to birth him holding on to a blanket and his thumb in his mouth, I would have.
So thinking about the ultrasounds I’ve had in the past with the other kids, I can totally see their personalities shine right on through. Of course, hindsight is 20/20, you know. During Claire’s ultrasound, she was compliant. Stubborn in the beginning, but then let the doctor get all the measurements and even let me have a good set of photos to bring home and brag about.
During Luca’s ultrasound, we barely got a measurement of his hands and feet because, well, he was too busy moving. The ultrasound tech asked me if I had had caffeine that morning, which I replied, “No, the baby just moves…a lot.” His photos were awkward to say the least and the best one I had was of his head being torqued back like he was starting to sneeze. Sigh.
So this afternoon, I thought, I need a photo of those two together. A decent one.
If y’all remember, the last attempt I had at getting a photo of them together was this:
So I attempted to have a redo:
YAY! I am satisfied. Never mind that Claire is pantless (she’s got undies on, though,) Luca’s shirt has tomato stains on it, he’s wielding a plastic butcher’s knife, and Claire’s shirt does indeed say “Goat Races.”
We’re high class around this joint.
So to sum up:
I’m having the next Terminator.
Claire and Luca really do like each other.
I have to add the ultrasound tech to my list of people allowed to touch my belly.
I need to remember not to try to have the three of them pose for a photo when it’s me vs. them.
I need to brush up on zone coverage.