I seriously wish that they would let me come to the doctor’s every week. Either that, or at the very least allow me to install an ultrasound machine in my home (along with the ultrasound technician to help me with it). I LOVE going to the doctor. I said it. It’s a statement I never thought I would make, that I am confident few people make, and admittedly, I certainly have never felt this way before. But now that I am with baby, I look forward to the chance to get even the littlest insight into how HE OR SHE is progressing.
So yesterday marked one of our monthly appointments, and specifically, THE appointment we had been waiting for – our BIG, 20 week ultrasound. And the experience did not disapoint. We had the opportunity to spend approximately 45 minutes watching precious Baby B. on the big screen.
Best moments EVER.
So yes, as you can see … we had ten fingers & ten toes. Along with an incredibly cute face, if I do say so myself. (Yes, I can see it perfectly.) And just as exciting, our ultrasound technician was able to detect the GENDER of Baby Bricker … which will be revealed in only 3 days.
Not that I’m counting.