Today's the day -- the "anatomy scan" -- this is the ultrasound where they make sure that all is well, and that Baby Chawan's put together as it should be. I can't wait to actually see something moving in real time!
The first ultrasound we had at 6 weeks showed nothing that looked at all like a baby to me. I suppose that is why we're all called "embryo" until 10 weeks, then we graduate to "fetus" as more obviously human characteristics develop. I saw something with a blinking heartbeat. The ball of something is what the trained eye was able to label a 6 week old embryo.
So, having done what you're not supposed to do since we're all unique and no two pregnancies are the same, and having looked at about every picture online of ultrasounds done at 18 weeks and all the pictures of pregnant bellies at the same time, I'm feeling hopeful that Chickpea will be average today. I'm not looking for amazing -- like measuring a week or two ahead of schedule with amazing dexterity or anything like that, but I'm hoping everything's within normal ranges and growing in the appropriate places.
Of that, we'll likely have the option of knowing today whether we've got a boy, a girl, or a stubbornly modest Chickpea. The decision has been to get all the other information, have the person doing the imaging note their findings on paper, then stick it in a holiday card to ourselves. We'll wait until Christmas to find out since it's not that far away. (Not to mention this means not having to buy gifts for each other again this year -- we're getting good at not gifting!!)
More updates after we get to see the dancing that I've felt starting in there... and sometime I'll write about the Chickpea's reaction to some serious jazz saxophone last Saturday.
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The journey from two-ness to three-ness ... and what happens after that.
