A few weeks ago I was at my regular OB check up. I was 16 weeks 6 days at the time, and during that appointment she casually said, “Okay! We’ll see you again in about 4 weeks, annnnd let’s plan to set up an ultrasound around then too.”
I think my face must have said everything I was thinking(of course it was, I don’t have a poker face) and she quickly followed up with, “Orrrrr we could set it up closer to three? Or sooner?” Then she tossed out, “OR do you really need to have this done before the end of the year, for insurance purposes?” I decided to latch onto that excuse even though it was totally irrelevant. I just wanted to see my baby ASAP.
Because of the holidays, their only ultrasound tech was going to be gone until after the first of the year, so we set up my ultrasound at the hospital instead. I was okay with that because the guy who works there has done my early ultrasounds with both of my babies now and I really enjoy him, so it worked just fine for us.
Early(for us) on Monday morning the 29th, we got up, ready, and out the door to the hospital to see our baby!
The tech said he was worried when I came in that he wouldn’t be able to get everything he needed because I was still “so small.” I told him that made him my favorite person of the week.
Of course Miss Abigail was there with us! She sat nicely and looked when we told her to.
The tech asked us if he could see the gender, did we want to know? UM YES.
Right away we got the money shot. We told Abigail, “Oh Abigail! You WERE right! It is a sister!” To which she replied, “yeah. I know.” Like, the kid wasn’t even surprised in the slightest. She never wavered(except when we really pushed the fact that there was a very good chance it could be a brother).
The classic “Mom is craning her neck to try and see her baby” ultrasound photo. Wouldn’t it be nice if there was some other location they could put the screen? Right?
Anyway, one of the first things the tech said was, “Wow. She is a mover.” and then a little while later he was like “wooooow, it has been a very long time since I’ve seen a baby move this much during an ultrasound.” To which I said, “I TOLD YOU JIM.” I have been feeling this girl since 15 weeks. Both Jim and my mother in law have felt her from the outside, during week 18. She is STRONG and she is constantly moving, I swear it.
So, my plans are to just sit on the couch for the next five months since apparently once this little firecracker arrives, I never will again :p
We were able to see everything that we needed to and she seemed to be measuring close to on track(a little big, actually) We saw a 4 chamber heart, 3V cord, blood pumping, mouth moving, all of her organs, and of course, her constant motion.
The OB’s office called me the next day to let me know that everything looked perfect and wonderful but that they wanted to reschedule another ultrasound at the end of the month to check the baby for cleft lip/palette. They weren’t able to get a picture of her lips, so they just want to get that and confirm that everything is A-Okay. Of course, that makes my mama heart nervous(even though I know it’s just for “please don’t sue the pants off of us” purposes.) So, if you could please pray that Mabel has a perfect little mouth that would be very much appreciated 🙂
(I distinctly remember during the u/s the tech mentioning that he was trying to get a pic of her mouth/nose and that she wouldn’t let him. His exact words were, “she is fighting me” Whoa boy)
So hopefully she cooperates this time, doesn’t grow a penis in the meantime, and I’m looking forward to getting to see her precious face again!
I can’t say that I was surprised to find out we were expecting another girl. Obviously, I had guessed boy, and based on different things, I would still probably guess that again. But, I also wasn’t shocked at all when he said, “girl”. I only have a little brother, so I guess my brain expected what it knows. Which is, a big sister and a little brother. To have sisters, daughters(plural!) is something unknown to me personally, but I’m so, so, so excited to get to embark on this crazy, girly adventure.
I know this is getting a little long, but I feel that I would be remiss if I didn’t touch on the status of my heart at this point after such a long road to get here. To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure exactly how I feel. Or, rather, which thing is most dominant(I’m pregnant, so I’m feeling LOTS of emotions at all times)
Sometimes, I feel like things are too good to be true and I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Why would God suddenly say “yes” after years of saying “no”?
Sometimes, I still feel like I’m dealing with infertility. Things that used to hurt me, still hurt me. Even though I’m pregnant myself(does that sound certifiably insane or what?)
Sometimes, I feel really scared, like if I get too excited or put this pregnancy on too much of a pedestal, it will be my fault if something goes wrong.
Sometimes, I feel like pregnancy is really, really hard. No matter how long you wait for it, it’s tiring and I’m sick and my body is not my own.
Sometimes, I cry every time the baby moves(which, as previously stated, is a ton)
Sometimes, I cry when Jim or Abigail touch my belly.
But, all the time, I’m so, so, so thankful for this baby. We waited and prayed for her, for so long. She was so wanted and her life is so precious. I can’t believe she is real and that soon she will be here. She is Abigail’s sibling, our second daughter, a unique little life, perfectly designed and placed into our family at just the right time. It’s unbelievable, really.
So with that, we just can not wait to hold and meet face to face our sweet little Mabel.