Baby was not cooperating yesterday. The doctor was trying to get a good look at him/her with the ultrasound and he/she wouldn’t stop moving. First kicks, then punches, then something resembling a jump, and an attempted barrel roll that left him/her facing the wrong way for a decent picture. The end result was a printout of something that looks vaguely like a smudge on a field of carbon paper:
Like my wife, Baby is stubborn about getting pictures taken.
But we’ve been spoiled so far with seeing Baby grow. Because we have been going to a fertility clinic for the last six months, Erin has had many an ultrasound done on her. It’s all part of the process of trying to “help things along” with getting pregnant, something we have needed since it took us some 17 months of trying to get it right. While many people would have to wait until 16 weeks in for an ultrasound, we had our first at 5 weeks.
At five weeks, Baby looks like this:
If you are having trouble spotting anything, it’s because Baby is 2.7 mm long in this picture. He/she is nothing more than a smudge with an itty-bitty heartbeat. Even so, it was very exciting to see that little heart pumping away, somewhere deep inside my wife.
At 10 weeks, Baby looked like this:
He/she spazzed-out a bit for us, then settled down so that we could see the growing heartbeat, the two halves of the brain, the arms and legs wiggling away. At least he/she was starting to look something like an actual tiny person. My friend Kate pointed out that it also looked something like a Munny:
I think she’s right.
At twelve weeks, Baby looked like this:
Again, Baby was not very cooperative. The ultrasound technician was trying to measure some things on him/her and Baby was having none of it. It was just more jumping and kicking until settling back down in an inaccessible bit of my wife’s internal anatomy.
I think I’ll just have to accept that Baby will likely be stubborn and uncooperative. Both of Baby’s parents are known for their digging in of heels, and I have a feeling that it runs deeply in our family.
And I know that I should be treasuring this time right now. I have been told (by many that know all about it) that I should be getting my rest in now, since I won’t be getting any of it when Baby gets here, and that I should enjoy my free time, and that I should not wish for these days to go by any faster.
But if I could speed up time and meet Baby face-to-face tomorrow, I would do it in a heartbeat.