Peeking in

I am in love with a face that I’ve never even met.

I got to see it again, sort of, Tuesday afternoon. Here’s a picture, with a helpful annotated guide in case you can’t tell what’s going on.

He’s a champion scowler already. I love it. He comes from solid scowling stock, so that makes perfect sense.

We saw him wiggle a little bit, and he lobbed a good punch at the tech’s wand. He even took some practice breaths for us. He’s head down, and during his closeup was nestled on my left side up next to what appears to be a very giant anterior placenta that is positioned perfectly as his punching bag. If he’s in there like I think he is, he’s got some turning around to do. As pleasant as sunny-side-up sounds, I want no part of it if I can help it.

The news of the day, and the whole reason we popped in for an ultrasound, is that his growth is right on track. Phew. In fact, they’ve clocked him at 3.6 pounds, which is a little on the heavy side. Grow, baby, grow!