i smell trouble.
today classy, j and i trekked to the "old lady is having a baby" doctor for our final-barring any gestational emergency-ultrasound. you know, the one where you are able to see your sweet baby's face in 3D. you know, the one everyone carries around with them for the last few weeks of the pregnancy for folks to oooh and ahhh and gush over because that little 3D face is just soooooooo sweet. we, and when i say we, i mean classy and i, were just so excited. jared was still in a semi-comotose state.
this is what we got to gush over...
the first shot is the bottom of a sweet little foot. the second shot is of two arms wrapped ever so tightly around a sweet little baby's head, completely obscuring that 3D face. try as she might, and by try, i mean repeatedly poking and jiggling my belly with the scanner, the radiology tech could not get this baby to move his or her hands and arms.
apparently, this baby already thinks it is the boss of the world. i wonder where he or she gets that?
the wee one weighed in at 4 lbs 11 ounces and had a heart rate of 160. that's our highest heart rate to date. almost 5 pounds of pure trouble!