Week...what? : Skeletor Licked My Eyeball

We had another ultrasound today. The good news? Everything is looking AWESOME. Like, this baby is totally kicking ass. A head, a spine, a heart, 2 legs, 2 arms, somewhere around 10 fingers and 10 toes. Seriously, it's hard to count those things - the baby is eight ounces, so each finger is absolutely tiny, blending together with the others. The bad news? They measure various parts of the baby's bone structure to get an idea as to how far developed the baby is. Based on previous exams, we're sitting at 17 weeks. Based the measurements of the arms and legs, 18 weeks. Based on the measurement of the head? A whopping 19 weeks. Why is that bad news? That giant head has to come out of somewhere. I'll have Jules comment on that later.

I have to head off to work shortly, but here are the highlights from today's trip:

1) Everything points to a really, really healthy baby. Based on the testing they did, we're looking at about a 1 in 10,000 chance for the heavy hitters, like Down's Syndrome.

2) Pretty interesting development: this is no alien baby. As it turns out, Julia must've had a winter fling with none other than He-man antagonist, Skeletor.





3) Apparently, you can take 60% to the bank. Little baby is showing "hamburger," as our friendly ultrasound tech pointed out. No, it doesn't mean that baby is a red-meat hungry carnivore, it means that she's a girl. A beautiful, healthy, wonderful, skeletal evil villain. I'm feeling pretty good about this. I was a little nervous that if it was a boy, he'd be mighty confused with all the "baby girl" talk from the past five weeks.

4) One of my favorite pictures from today:



Check out that heartbeat.

5) Apparently, little baby girl wasn't up for showing her face much today. She stayed firmly planted, face pressed down. Not a morning baby. I can relate. But this picture is pretty cute, nonetheless:



6) Figure I need to explain the title of this post. I think the due date is in flux - Julia might be a week further along than the doctors had been thinking. It makes some sense; the first due date they told us was in late August. No matter, anytime works for me.

As far as the eyeball thing, Julia mentioned she's been having some weird dreams, but she wanted me to pass on one that I had. To keep it short, Julia brought the baby home from the hospital (pretty sure I made her drive herself home). I picked up the baby, at which point she proceeded to stick her tongue out into my eyeball. Being the man I am, I screamed like a girl, flapped my arms, and made sure to stay away from that eyeball-licking baby.

Hopefully, Julia will post some more details from today later. It was a great day. I can't get enough of those ultrasounds.