On Friday we headed uptown for our second ultrasound. Nobody told me that baby m0ves around in there at 12 weeks (thanks for the help, parenting books, keep up the good work!), so I just about freaked out when he arched his back and rubbed his face (or she/her, of course, we don’t find that out for another 6 weeks). Fortunately our tech was used to people gasping loudly. Sooooo cool.
In case you were wondering if I was going to be a stereotype of a dad, I’m including all 5 blurry blob pictures here. And if I had an hour long movie of same, I’d post that, too.
Liz’s appetite is still off and on, but it seems to be coming back, and she’s awfully sweet for someone who has a little visitor changing things around in her body.
We’ve stopped keeping the secret and are telling everyone who will listen, so if you’re so inclined, you can do the same!
Love,
Brett