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When your post contains such attention-grabbing photos, readers tend to skip the written description and head straight to the images.  Sad, but true. 

I would just like to clarify that the scary 3D ultrasound pics are NOT of Baby Peanut, but of someone else’s child.  They were just examples of the creepiness of 3D ultrasounds and why I chose not to get one. 

Thank you.  🙂 

The ultrasound today was phenomenal, but there’s something about them that I find a little freaky.  Not the baby part, but the how-much-you-can-see-part.  They actually measured everything from the kidneys to the bones.  We got to see Peanut’s tiny feet, face, arms, spine, stomach and her big brain ;).  It was very neat.  Very worth it.

I’m thrilled that technological advancements now allow us to check on baby’s progress(whereas my mother just had to cross her fingers and hope for 40 weeks), but I feel like we are almost given too many options nowadays.  One of these options is the 3D ultrasound.  Don’t get me wrong, I think the idea is neat, but it’s a bit scary to see as much detail as you do.  Here are a couple of non-Peanut examples that I *borrowed* from the internet:

Cool, but slightly…alien.  And there’s worse.  I think this may be a yawn, but it looks like something straight out of the movie The Grudge.  Ew.

I prefer the fuzzy, black-and-white, not-too-frightening vagueness of the old school ultrasound.  Introducing the 20-week old Peanut.  Now there’s a good-looking kid.

So here we are. Halfway through. 20 weeks. I can’t believe how fast and slow it went, all at the same time. I also never thought I’d have to pee this much. And apparently, it only gets worse. Excellent.

This week may bring us yet another milestone. We have an ultrasound scheduled on Wednesday, where we might get to find out the baby’s gender. As you may remember from previous posts, Dan is positive that the Peanut is a girl. Dan is wrong. I’ve been feeling that it’s a boy from the very beginning and I am excited to finally have my proof in pictures. And my proof brings me a new lens for my camera (my end of the wager), which sweetens the news even more.

Finding out the gender, though controversial with some members of our family, will also allow us to start picking and narrowing down names. Though I thought I had picked out my baby’s name years ago (pre-pregnancy and even pre-Dan), once you actually have to pick a name that will need to last forever (and look decent on a resume – my personal criteria), the task becomes daunting. Well, it did for me anyway. Names that I thought I loved turned into names I would, now, barely settle for. So, by narrowing the field to just one gender, the task becomes doable. Sort of. We’ll probably still be forced to pick off a short list once the little one arrives…But at least a short list will exist.

This week’s ultrasound will also be the first time Dan has seen the baby since the one at 8 weeks. Though that was an amazing experience in itself, the difference between what we saw that day and what I saw solo at the 12 week appointment was night and day. At the first one, the Peanut looked like a little bean with a teeny flutter in it. By week 12, that bean had turned into a real live baby. And this week’s is 8 weeks later than that one. I can’t wait.