Sunday, July 25, 2010

Tiny little feet

Dear Baby, 

The other day, your mommy, daddy and grandpa all got to see you. It was so fun. Within minutes of the technician turning on the screen and looking at you, we got to see every little part of you. It was so exciting to see your little hands, your heart, your brain, your spine, your ribcage and everything in between! One of my most favorite parts though, was seeing your little feet! That was one of the most awesome things to see. I wish I had a still picture of them to print out just so I could look at them. I imagine seeing them in person and I get so excited! It was also such a relief to us to know that every part of you looked "beautiful" - and those are words from the doctor, not just your mommy and daddy. You weigh about 12 ounces, which is 3/4 of a pound, and your measurements are all spot on or slightly above where they should be. That is music to my ears, Baby! I am so glad you are healthy!

Arguably, your daddy would say that his favorite part of seeing you the other day is this: 

He kept saying all along that he knew you were a little boy, and that he just needed "confirmation" from the doc. Your grandpa said that, too. I just had a feeling you were a little boy... a very strong feeling, so it wasn't a total surprise for any of us that you are. We've been calling you "he" all along. And now that we know, we can start planning more appropriately for you. We've begun cleaning out what will be your room, and your Aunt Mander and Grammy Roberts have already started on your wardrobe.

We learned the other day that you're also a little wiggleworm. I guess all those flutters I've been feeling all over my tummy have been you moving around, because you literally wiggled around during the entire ultrasound. I got to see you move and feel you move all at the same time. It was so neat seeing you in there moving around. Since then, I've been more aware of how often you move, although you seem to know when your daddy has his hands on me because you stop moving or kick somewhere else where his hands aren't. It's quite funny, but I'm sure he'll get the chance to feel you soon, 'cause you move around a LOT!

1 comment:

Kristin said...

Awh!! I miss that feeling!

Kahlan always stopped kicking when Dusty would put his hand on the belly.

I hope you print off your letters to your son so you can give them to him some day. Something more permanent than the Internet.