Because I am past my due date, we had another ultrasound today to make sure everything was going well. Everything is going perfectly--he scored a perfect 10 on the healthy meter. But this ultrasound was weird, because I really couldn't see a thing.
At 20 weeks, he was small enough to watch on one screen, moving around, kicking his legs and arms out. Now, space is tight and he doesn't fit on the screen. The technician spent most of her time on his heart, lungs, stomach, etc., checking to make sure all is well. That basically looked like black and white moving blobs to me.
But then she took the wand down to his head, and we got an oh-so-brief view of chubby cheeks, bow lips, and upturned nose. Crazy. Also, according to her, she saw a full head of hair. I couldn't tell. Apparently, Ace had hair. I was bald as a cue ball.
Anyway, everything is fine--I'm healthy, he's healthy, all is well--except he has no urge to leave my uterus. Perhaps because it's actually cooler in there than it is outside this week.
Just about everyone has lost the bet on guessing Billy's birthday. Will lost more than $100 to his grandmother today for betting on lucky 13. Ace has now pegged Aug. 16--Elvis's death day--as Billy's big day. Time will tell.
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We're glad all is well!! We hope now that Billy will come Wed. Aug. 15th for our anniversary, but tomorrow would be even better. We can't wait to see Billy and all his hair. His nose sounds like Marsha's. Love, Grandpa Jack & Gran
wish Billy would make an appearance soon. Sheesh.
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