At my 16-week appointment the doctor asked if we wanted to check out the baby and see if we could tell what the sex was. Of course we didn't turn him down.
Doctor (locating the baby with the ultrasound thing): "So do you guys have any feelings or ideas of what you think it is?"
Us: "Umm, not totally. Boy, maybe?"
Doc: "Ok guys, well see that white line right there between the legs? That's what the girl parts look like at this point. I'm pretty sure you're having a girl!"
Us, not seeing a white line, or even legs for that matter: "No way, wow!"
Doc: "Oh wait, hold on, that's actually a foot. Sorry guys.....but just a sec....nope, I'm pretty sure it's really a girl. I'd say 75% sure."
So there you have it. We're going with "girl" for now, or the assumption that our little peanut is about 75% girl. We're really excited! Our good friends Holly and Rob, who are about 3-4 weeks ahead of us in this journey, are also having a girl, so at least she'll have one friend!
Still a (big) girl!
Well it's been almost a month now, but we had our 21 week ultrasound in early June. This was the "big" ultrasound where the doctor makes sure everything looks good by taking measurements and looking at the heart, kidneys, brain, etc. Apparently this is also the ultrasound where the doctor tells you your baby is a big fatty and that if she continues growing at this rate she'll probably be at least eight or nine pounds on her birthday. I think she was in the 89th percentile, thank you very much. I'm still not sure where this baby beast is hiding though, as I've yet to have a single stranger notice that I'm pregnant and can still wear most of my prepregnancy shirts. Not gonna complain about that. In all seriousness though, it was really cool to see our little girl looking more baby than alien. She kicked the whole time and put on quite a show. I started feeling her move pretty consistently at around 16 weeks, and Brian could feel her just a couple weeks later. Instead of spending our summer evenings outside on a patio or rooftop bar, these days we amuse ourselves by poking my stomach and seeing if we can get the little bugger to kick us. Woohoo!
In other news, we just got back from a great trip to California -- 2 weeks for me, 10 days for Brian. The main purpose of the trip was for my good friend Erika's wedding (she swims like a dolphin, but she's not). This was something we (or at least I) had been waiting patiently to occur for over ten years now. The highly anticipated day turned out to be perfect. Perfectly cool for Fresno, beautiful bride and amazing details, so fun! I also really enjoyed the photobooth, and can only dream of the incredible time I may have had with that if I wasn't fully sober. The rest of the trip we split our time between Santa Cruz and Shaver Lake. Highlights included kayaking with my dad in the harbor alongside a few schools of dolphins, Little Girl's first baby shower hosted by my mom's "girlfriends", hours upon hours of shopping the fabric stores of Santa Cruz for the perfect baby bedding material -- only to settle on the very first color scheme I had in mind (more on that), and an unforgettable temper tantrum by Uncle El after his supposed "best ribs ever" were ruined by a trip to the lake.
Dolphins in Santa Cruz Harbor
In other news, we just got back from a great trip to California -- 2 weeks for me, 10 days for Brian. The main purpose of the trip was for my good friend Erika's wedding (she swims like a dolphin, but she's not). This was something we (or at least I) had been waiting patiently to occur for over ten years now. The highly anticipated day turned out to be perfect. Perfectly cool for Fresno, beautiful bride and amazing details, so fun! I also really enjoyed the photobooth, and can only dream of the incredible time I may have had with that if I wasn't fully sober. The rest of the trip we split our time between Santa Cruz and Shaver Lake. Highlights included kayaking with my dad in the harbor alongside a few schools of dolphins, Little Girl's first baby shower hosted by my mom's "girlfriends", hours upon hours of shopping the fabric stores of Santa Cruz for the perfect baby bedding material -- only to settle on the very first color scheme I had in mind (more on that), and an unforgettable temper tantrum by Uncle El after his supposed "best ribs ever" were ruined by a trip to the lake.
Dolphins in Santa Cruz Harbor
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