On Thursday, when I was exactly 20 weeks pregnant, I had my 20-week anomaly scan. According to the ultrasound technician, the little bub is measuring totally normally and was very cooperative. (This is something this very same tech said to me at the 12-week ultrasound, so I think it means I’m guaranteed to have a very well behaved child for the rest of my life. A GIRL CAN DREAM.)
We got to see its brains and its kidneys and its ten little fingers wiggling around. In the photo above, it’s basically dancing a contortionist jig, with its arms all over the place and its legs up over its head. When this photo was taken, the tech asked us, “So, looking at this, who does it take after?” prompting a sex joke from The Boyfriend, which the very English technician then pretended not to have totally set up for him.
At various times throughout the scan, as the baby moved around and we saw bits of facial bone and dark shadows, it really did look like most of the terrifying online ultrasound photos my mother and aunt tried to convince me were fake, so I win. THEY ARE REAL.
We also found out what the little bub is, and as much as I want to tell everyone I know on any and all social media platforms, I am keeping my huge mouth closed about that until I go home for my mom’s Most Epic Baby Shower In History. I’m also kinda in love with the idea that the people who might get me gifts (because that is so not an expectation) will have to do it without knowing what the gender is. This kid will love cupcakes and dinosaurs no matter what its genitalia is!
Maybe I’ll have that printed on a t-shirt and make Baby wear it on the first day of kindergarten.