The Big One

I had the big ultrasound of the baby done last Friday.  Everything was great and healthy, and since she was way less modest this time, we got a very clear shot of her 'girliness.'  However, I'm beginning to think this little one has a mind of her own -- she's hanging out in breech position!  Now, as a medical professional, I know she absolutely has plenty of time to move around and get head down.  But as a mother whose 3 previous children have all been vertex (which means head down) from the first ultrasound on, something inside my mind says, "Ohhhhhh, no you don't!"  This is my fourth pregnancy, and I have much less anxiety and way fewer questions, but I guess I wouldn't be a true woman if I didn't have at least SOMETHING small to worry about!  This picture is a facial shot in profile, with the head on the left.  I know it sounds really dumb because it's early yet, but something in her face reminds me of Rebecca!

This was the first time we let the kids come with us for the ultrasound appointment, and I was really glad they came.  I liked making it a family affair.  Cassidy and Braden had thought it was cool to hear the heartbeat, and their eyes were full of wonder when they first saw the baby move on the screen.  (Even at this young age, she's a little feisty, and would kick at the ultrasound transducer every time it got too close for comfort.)  Rebecca was more impressed with me than with the baby, although I think it helped solidify the 'new sister in mommy's tummy' concept for her.  She kept telling Nathan, "Mommy is very brave.  Mommy is being so brave."  About once daily, Becca still says out of the blue, "The lady put gel on your tummy and she rubbed it all over."

P.S.  Just yesterday I was thinking about my girls' physical characteristics, and I realized that I kind of hope the new baby has straight hair like me.  Not straight hair like mine per se, because that would be cruel to wish this stubborn fine hair of mine on anyone, but I think I'd like to have a daughter whose hair isn't curly so we could avoid the tangles and the ritual morning squirt-down that my Shirley Temple wannabes endure daily!