Husband and I have always been the kind who want to find out. I can understand the whole don’t-unwrap-your-presents-before-Christmas approach, but I am just so grateful for modern technology and its ability to give us a glimpse of what is going on inside my burgeoning belly. Laying on that table, holding husband’s hand, looking at that screen, hearing the technician talk about our second daughter — I wouldn’t trade that for anything.
And then there are the pictures. Those wonderful, fuzzy pictures of a tiny person kicking her tiny feet and waving her tiny hands. Amazing.
Just because people couldn’t find out for centuries doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be happy that you live in the century when you can.
This last image was a surprise. I think that a 3D ultrasound usually costs extra, but Baby was in a good position so the tech gave it a try. Here she is, dreaming her baby dreams.
May they be sweet ones.