Ultrasound 2

This week we got to have another ultrasound. It was to make sure the baby was big enough, although between the time we scheduled it and the actual occurrence, the baby shifted positions and no longer seemed small at all. But the ultrasound itself answered many of our pressing questions. First, baby #3 is still a girl. In spite of the fact that I've had more dreams about baby boys than girls, this one is definitely not a boy. Second, she has long legs. I don't have the full doctor's review of the event, but the technician mentioned that her leg bones showed she would definitely be tall. She also printed me a picture of her foot and it looks long long long to me. I think she may have been trying to tell me delicately that I might want to bring baby socks that aren't the super-tiny newborn size when I go to the hospital to deliver this girly. That was a mistake we made with William and Kip had to go home to get something bigger that could actually cover his entire foot. Finally, we learned that the Killpack baby cheeks are something that develop in utero. This little baby is already blessed with super chunky cheeks. They looked pretty cute in the ultrasound images. Unfortunately, there weren't any really good pics from the ultrasound because baby 3 was balled up and refused to move (when she's asleep she's really out, but when she's awake there's no stopping her). But we trust she'll be a cutey when she comes out.

It's a .....

I had my big ultrasound today and found that we are indeed having a baby. Yup, a healthy-looking human baby. Oh, and it's a girl one. I've had several dreams involving babies lately (ah the dreams of a pregnant lady!), and they've all been ones with baby girls. There was one, after watching an episode of Doctor Who (the new ones) where a slimy, bulgy alien being was trying to take over the world. It would call people to it telepathically, getting into their heads and guiding. When they reached it, the thing would take control of them and use them to take over the world. Well, it 'called' my baby girl, but she let me know it was OK (telepathically too, I guess because she was pre-walking and pre-talking). She let me know that she knew what to do. I carried her to the alien confident that my baby would defeat the creature even as it thought it was controlling her. I can only assume that we succeeded because I woke up just as we approached the beastly thing. The feeling of the dream was very confident, so we must have won. My baby must have saved the world. The other dream I remember well involved William and Anna fighting at Grammy and Grandad's new home, a 4-story, pillared, white mansion in Chicago where, in my dream, Grammy had lived as a child. The new baby was a sweet, smiley toddler standing beside her sister and brother and taking advantage of their fight over dum-dums to eat all three while they squabbled. I took the suckers from her and gave them back to William and Anna and encouraged them stop fighting. The new little girl just smiled in a good-natured way and went back to eating her own sucker without complaint. So, in my dreams, this is a happy, sweet, kind little girl who can calmly save the world from invading alien evil. I guess we'll see later if she's really anything like that.