Bean's Chicken Wing

This morning we had our big ultrasound appointment at the hospital. I say "big", because compared to the tiny machine in room #2 at my doctor's office, which is basically just a "yep, theres the baby, and yep, its alive" type machine, this machine is huge.

We dropped Miss Eleanore off with some friends (the always wonderful Marisa and her girls), but decided to take Charlie (and 2 of his best toy trucks) along with us. Elie was there for Charlie's big ultrasound, so we thought it was only fair that Charlie be there for Bean's.

Ok- or mostly, we brought Charlie because we knew he wouldn't get into trouble like his sister would, and that he'd be perfectly happy playing on the step stool beside me, while I silently fought the discomforts of laying on a hard table, with my stomach covered in jelly, while a technician pressed and rolled rubber wands around on my big whale belly like she was playing a game of air hockey.

Bean's chicken wing. Isn't it cute?
...I can't tell if its an arm or a leg. I have no idea why they'd even print out this picture and give it to us- but they did, so it only seemed fair to share it with all of my friends and family. Goochie goochie goo, little chicken wing.



Bean ...as a fish!
Tilt your head to the right... do you see the little bubbles floating out from Bean's mouth? ...glub glub.

Bean weighs 3 pounds and 11 ounces, which is much bigger than I expected it to be. Usually my babies run small, and fit into preemie clothes when first born. I don't think thats going to be the case with this one though.

Oh, and we confirmed the gender (which is still a secret to most- I can't wait to tell you all the name we've picked out)!

Part of me thought for sure that the tech would tell us the opposite of what our doctor had told us, and that I'd have to go back through and re think all of the clothing that I had sorted through and pulled out. But instead, the tech zoomed in, and sure enough- Bean is exactly what Bean was originally thought to be.

This means, I can finally put the finishing touches on the Baby's area of our bedroom. And when I say "finishing touches", I mean- I can get started. I haven't done a single thing. I haven't even cleared a space for the bassinet. Our bedroom is still loaded with craft stuff that has been sitting collecting dust since last Fall. All while Bean's furniture, toys, and clothing all sit outside in the spider infested garage (yeah have fun with that one, Christopher).

Who wants to come over and help me make a cozy little baby room?
...Anybody?

Tomorrow we meet with our doctor to go over all of the results from today's ultrasound. He'll tell us everything is fine, I'm sure, but I'll still feel better after the appointment has come and gone.

And then, in just two short months (or maybe long months, since I seem to be getting slower and slower by the day), our precious baby number three will be here.

I'm anxious I'm anxious.
I'm scared I'm scared.
I'm excited I'm excited.

...It really does look like a chicken wing, though, right?