Mid-pregnancy ultrasound, part deux

It's weird how weeks can go by and you don't hear a peep from me, and then, BAM, two posts in one week. Yesterday I took the afternoon off work to go get my mid-pregnancy makeup ultrasound because they weren't able to see the head and heart at my last ultrasound. Which are two pretty big things.

I hadn't been overly worried about the ultrasound, but yesterday in the waiting room my leg was jumping all over the place, a common Robert fidget but a rare Rebekah one. Aidan really wanted to be at the appointment, but he was on a field trip at the Great Salt Lake so he had to miss this one.

Short story even shorter, our ultrasound technician (who was 40 weeks, 3 days pregnant and understandably cranky), took us on a tour of my uterus. At one point she had to tip my chair back so far back I was almost vertical, but she was finally able to see my child's cranial content. Also, she managed to catch several photos of the baby that melt my heart.

Hi there, little girl.

Face and arm

Aidan says it looks like she has 10,000 toes.

Two feet.

Sucking her thumb

It's pretty crazy how much she's grown in six weeks since her last photo session. She looks so much more like a tiny human now.

Other than the fun of the mid-pregnancy ultrasound, there's not much to report. I'm getting bigger. I love my bump now that it's more noticeable, but I don't love that my pants barely fit even with my BellyBand. Thank goodness it's summer so I can wear lots of loose skirts and dresses. I'm trying to trust that my baby needs this weight, but it's difficult when I see numbers appear on my scale that are way outside of the realm of normal. I wish I could be one of those women who never step on the scale during pregnancy and get weighed backwards at the doctor so they don't see the number, but my curiosity always gets the better of me. I want to know exactly how much weight I'll have to lose in 2016.

But let's focus on the positive, shall we? Let's keep looking at those beautiful ultrasound pictures and thinking about that strong little beating heart and focusing on the jibs and jabs I keep feeling in my belly. My baby is twenty-four weeks, healthy, and strong. I have two trips to California planned in the next three weeks where I get to see my family. And I have two baby showers being planned by the people that I love in Utah. Ziggy and I are two lucky girls.