Although family has already given us two lovely showers, my girlfriends in Illinois wanted to throw one for us here as well. My friends Sarah, Robin and Kristin graciously volunteered to put it together, which is no small feat considering Sarah has an infant and just started back to teaching, Robin is juggling a toddler, pregnancy, and a full time job, and Kristin is in the process of selling her house and chasing around her 18 month old daughter. Despite all of this, these girls took the time to put together a fantastic shower. Once again, I was blown away by the generosity of our friends, and we got some very thoughtful and very practical gifts that will get put to use right away. Everything at the shower was alphabet themed, from the invites to the cake to a giant alphabet poster that everyone helped to color (and is now hanging on the back of the nursery door!). It was so much fun to hang out with all of the ladies and to catch up. Sometimes it's difficult to not have family in the immediate area, but we are so very blessed to have so many amazing that ARE family to us. I have to admit that I'm relieved that we aren't the first to have a baby...many of our friends have already blazed that trail and are willing to offer support, advice, and assistance whenever we need it. We know that the baby will have a strong family support system, and it's so nice to know that she'll have that same kind of support here in IL from all of our incredible friends.
Friday, August 31, 2012
My Adventure as Jennifer Snyder
I consider myself to be pretty healthy. I've been lucky enough to have an uneventful pregnancy--in fact, it's really gone rather well. Aside from the little bit of morning sickness I had at the start and the occasional backache, I've really felt very good. My doctor's appointments always go well, and both Baby Bean and I seem to be doing just fine. So imagine my surprise a few weeks ago when I received a call from the doctor's office on Friday afternoon. I had just gotten home from work when the phone rang. I recognized the number to the doctor's office, which struck me as odd (I hadn't had an appointment for 10 days and wasn't scheduled to have one until the following Friday, so I knew it wasn't a confirmation call), so I answered. I was immediately told by the nurse on the other end of the phone that my test results had come back (what test results?!?) and that the protein count in my urine indicated that I had a protein spillage, and I
would need to go on complete bed rest immediately. I was still trying to figure out what test she was talking about when I heard those words..."COMPLETE BEDREST". Well, I sort of freaked out. I didn't know
what she was talking about! So I asked her to please repeat what she'd just said. After repeating several times that my urine protein count was high, I finally asked her what that meant. It meant, she explained, that I had preeclampsia, which is a condition that occurs in 5-8% of women sometime after their 20th week of pregnancy, that results in high blood pressure and the presence of protein in the urine (so THAT was what the nurse was talking about...). Basically, it gives you crazy hypertension, and the only way to stop it is to have the baby. They put you on bed rest as a preventative measure, and many times, the baby is delivered early. I was told to buy an automatic blood pressure reader and take my blood pressure three times a day. If it was higher than a certain number, I needed to call the emergency line at my doctor's office. We also needed to buy these special strips to test the protein count in my urine, and again, if it was above a certain
number, had to call the doctor. I told the nurse I didn't feel any different and always had healthy blood pressure when it was checked at my appointments. She was insistent that this didn't make a difference--it was the protein that was indicating the problem. With that, she cheerfully told me to have a good weekend and to make sure I called in my numbers when the office reopened on Monday.
Needless to say, it was not a very good weekend. By the time Brandon got home from work, I was hysterical. He, on the other hand, handled the situation calmly and coolly, and was exactly the type of steadying presence that I needed. I'm sure that he was freaking out on the inside just like I was, but he never showed it. He was wonderful. He ran out right away and bought the blood pressure cuff, then made a special trip to a pharmacy near our hospital, about 30 minutes away, for the test strips.
During all of this craziness, Lisa and Bouck came to visit us! They were nice enough to volunteer to bring down the furniture that we had planned to pick up the weekend of the shower. We had been looking forward to getting it into the room and putting everything together. Instead, I was stuck on the couch all weekend, trying to make sure I followed the nurse's vague instructions on bed rest. This didn't put me into the best mood. Luckily, the Olympics were on so I had something to watch, and I still helped out with things a little. It was so difficult for me to just sit there--I felt fine! I continued to take my blood pressure and test for protein. Each time my blood pressure was in the healthy range and the protein test came back negative. Despite all of this, we had a nice visit with Bouck and Lisa, and were able to get a good portion of the room put together (which was a huge relief as we were now convinced, based on the preeclampsia diagnosis, that we'd probably have a baby sometime in the next few weeks rather than going full-term).
By the time Monday rolled around I was fully convinced there was nothing wrong with me, and I had every intention of calling the doctor and telling them just that. My girlfriends tried to gently remind me that it was possible that I really did have the condition and just didn't have any of the normal symptoms that went along with it, but I was adamant--they had the wrong person. I requested an appointment with the doctor that afternoon so she could explain to me how they had determined their diagnosis. I'm sure that the nurse thought that I was just being a pain, but I didn't care. It was so strange to me that they had called with the test results ten days after my last appointment. The longest they'd ever taken with anything for me had been three or four days. On top of this, I just couldn't wrap my head around all of those healthy blood pressure readings and clean protein tests.
When I arrived at the office, they took my blood pressure like the normally do, and, like usual, it was fine. Then they had me pee in a cup, like usual. I asked the nurse how, with those results, I could have preeclampsia. She referred to a sheet with test results on it that stated that my protein count was off the charts, but couldn't explain to me how it could be so high one day and negative every other time it was tested, so she deferred to the doctor. Once Dr. Midkiff came in (because they squeezed me in I wasn't able to see my usual doctor) we started going through the same series of questions I had with the last three nurses I'd spoken with. She also referred to the sheet of test results, and when she pulled it out of my file, I happened to glance down at it. The test results belonged to Jennifer Snyder. They weren't mine! I quickly pointed this out and the doctor immediately left the room, probably to have the nurse notify poor Jennifer. In the meantime, I sat there grinning like an idiot. I was so relieved!! She came back, apologized, told me I was fine and sent me on my way. I just about skipped out of the office and back to my car where I promptly called Brandon. He was not as nice about the whole situation. In fact, he was rather upset that the office had made such a big mistake. But for us, it ended well. Ms. Jennifer was about to get a pretty crappy phone call, but we were in the clear. I'm pretty sure I'm going to wear a nametag when we go to the hospital to deliver, just in case Jennifer is there the same day for a scheduled c-section or something. They're not mixing us up again!
would need to go on complete bed rest immediately. I was still trying to figure out what test she was talking about when I heard those words..."COMPLETE BEDREST". Well, I sort of freaked out. I didn't know
what she was talking about! So I asked her to please repeat what she'd just said. After repeating several times that my urine protein count was high, I finally asked her what that meant. It meant, she explained, that I had preeclampsia, which is a condition that occurs in 5-8% of women sometime after their 20th week of pregnancy, that results in high blood pressure and the presence of protein in the urine (so THAT was what the nurse was talking about...). Basically, it gives you crazy hypertension, and the only way to stop it is to have the baby. They put you on bed rest as a preventative measure, and many times, the baby is delivered early. I was told to buy an automatic blood pressure reader and take my blood pressure three times a day. If it was higher than a certain number, I needed to call the emergency line at my doctor's office. We also needed to buy these special strips to test the protein count in my urine, and again, if it was above a certain
number, had to call the doctor. I told the nurse I didn't feel any different and always had healthy blood pressure when it was checked at my appointments. She was insistent that this didn't make a difference--it was the protein that was indicating the problem. With that, she cheerfully told me to have a good weekend and to make sure I called in my numbers when the office reopened on Monday.
Needless to say, it was not a very good weekend. By the time Brandon got home from work, I was hysterical. He, on the other hand, handled the situation calmly and coolly, and was exactly the type of steadying presence that I needed. I'm sure that he was freaking out on the inside just like I was, but he never showed it. He was wonderful. He ran out right away and bought the blood pressure cuff, then made a special trip to a pharmacy near our hospital, about 30 minutes away, for the test strips.
During all of this craziness, Lisa and Bouck came to visit us! They were nice enough to volunteer to bring down the furniture that we had planned to pick up the weekend of the shower. We had been looking forward to getting it into the room and putting everything together. Instead, I was stuck on the couch all weekend, trying to make sure I followed the nurse's vague instructions on bed rest. This didn't put me into the best mood. Luckily, the Olympics were on so I had something to watch, and I still helped out with things a little. It was so difficult for me to just sit there--I felt fine! I continued to take my blood pressure and test for protein. Each time my blood pressure was in the healthy range and the protein test came back negative. Despite all of this, we had a nice visit with Bouck and Lisa, and were able to get a good portion of the room put together (which was a huge relief as we were now convinced, based on the preeclampsia diagnosis, that we'd probably have a baby sometime in the next few weeks rather than going full-term).
By the time Monday rolled around I was fully convinced there was nothing wrong with me, and I had every intention of calling the doctor and telling them just that. My girlfriends tried to gently remind me that it was possible that I really did have the condition and just didn't have any of the normal symptoms that went along with it, but I was adamant--they had the wrong person. I requested an appointment with the doctor that afternoon so she could explain to me how they had determined their diagnosis. I'm sure that the nurse thought that I was just being a pain, but I didn't care. It was so strange to me that they had called with the test results ten days after my last appointment. The longest they'd ever taken with anything for me had been three or four days. On top of this, I just couldn't wrap my head around all of those healthy blood pressure readings and clean protein tests.
When I arrived at the office, they took my blood pressure like the normally do, and, like usual, it was fine. Then they had me pee in a cup, like usual. I asked the nurse how, with those results, I could have preeclampsia. She referred to a sheet with test results on it that stated that my protein count was off the charts, but couldn't explain to me how it could be so high one day and negative every other time it was tested, so she deferred to the doctor. Once Dr. Midkiff came in (because they squeezed me in I wasn't able to see my usual doctor) we started going through the same series of questions I had with the last three nurses I'd spoken with. She also referred to the sheet of test results, and when she pulled it out of my file, I happened to glance down at it. The test results belonged to Jennifer Snyder. They weren't mine! I quickly pointed this out and the doctor immediately left the room, probably to have the nurse notify poor Jennifer. In the meantime, I sat there grinning like an idiot. I was so relieved!! She came back, apologized, told me I was fine and sent me on my way. I just about skipped out of the office and back to my car where I promptly called Brandon. He was not as nice about the whole situation. In fact, he was rather upset that the office had made such a big mistake. But for us, it ended well. Ms. Jennifer was about to get a pretty crappy phone call, but we were in the clear. I'm pretty sure I'm going to wear a nametag when we go to the hospital to deliver, just in case Jennifer is there the same day for a scheduled c-section or something. They're not mixing us up again!
A Little Weekend Getaway
Brandon and I were excited to pack up our stuff and the dog and head to Iowa for a weekend to visit family and have our family baby shower. We borrowed a trailer from our friend Marty to hook up the jeep so we could bring home the baby furniture that Grandma Brenda had gotten us. Our painting in the baby's room hadn't progressed much from the pictures in the last blog posting, but we figured the furniture would give us some extra motivation to get things finished. Saturday morning rolled around and we packed everything up, hitched up the trailer, tossed Copper in the backseat, and headed off on our Iowa adventure. Turns out we didn't get far....
About 1/4 mile down the road, the trailer came completely unhitched and tried to pass us, ending up in a ditch on the side of the road. Because of the height the jeep is lifted to and the angle it placed on everything, the trailer just wouldn't stay hitched. So after a pretty tense hour or so, we managed to get the jeep out of the ditch (thanks to some friends who didn't mind being woken up at 7:30 on a Saturday morning), the bags loaded into the Corolla, and we started on our way again.
Thankfully, the rest of the drive was uneventful. We still got to Maquoketa in enough time to swing by the wrestling fundraiser at the golf course where we got to hang out with Grandma Brenda, Tara, and Kye while the rest of the guys played golf, and had dinner at Grandma Brenda's new restaurant.
The next morning Brandon spent some time bonding with Copper and the Rubel men while all of the ladies went to Lisa and Bouck's for my shower. Tara, Brenda and Lisa did a wonderful job putting it together. It was so nice to see everyone and to spend time catching up and hearing advice and stories. The decorations were so cute, and the food was delicious, but the company was the best part. Tara put together the cutest diaper cake and had everyone write down advice for us to give to Baby Bean at certain milestones, such as her first day of school or after her first breakup. I'm dying to read what everyone wrote but most people were thinking ahead and sealed their envelopes...so we'll have to wait. I've got the cards in an envelope in herbaby book so we'll ha ve them ready to give to her when the time is right. I'm still working on getting my thank you's finished and hope to have them all in the mail by weekend. It means so very much to me to be a part of a family that is so openly loving and supportive. Our daughter will have no shortage of wonderful women to look up to, and I feel very blessed knowing that she'll always be loved and have people looking out for her. I know that I didn't do a good job of articulating this at the shower (I HATE getting choked up in front of people!!) but I was certainly thinking it then. I consider myself very lucky to have found someone as amazing as Brandon to build a family with, and I know a huge part of what makes him so great is his family. We're both looking forward to introducing our little one to all of the wonderful family we have both, in Pennsylvania and in Iowa, so she can learn from them just like we did (and continue to do!).
Shower day! 28 weeks and counting (and the dress makes me look deceptively round!)
About 1/4 mile down the road, the trailer came completely unhitched and tried to pass us, ending up in a ditch on the side of the road. Because of the height the jeep is lifted to and the angle it placed on everything, the trailer just wouldn't stay hitched. So after a pretty tense hour or so, we managed to get the jeep out of the ditch (thanks to some friends who didn't mind being woken up at 7:30 on a Saturday morning), the bags loaded into the Corolla, and we started on our way again.
Thankfully, the rest of the drive was uneventful. We still got to Maquoketa in enough time to swing by the wrestling fundraiser at the golf course where we got to hang out with Grandma Brenda, Tara, and Kye while the rest of the guys played golf, and had dinner at Grandma Brenda's new restaurant.
The next morning Brandon spent some time bonding with Copper and the Rubel men while all of the ladies went to Lisa and Bouck's for my shower. Tara, Brenda and Lisa did a wonderful job putting it together. It was so nice to see everyone and to spend time catching up and hearing advice and stories. The decorations were so cute, and the food was delicious, but the company was the best part. Tara put together the cutest diaper cake and had everyone write down advice for us to give to Baby Bean at certain milestones, such as her first day of school or after her first breakup. I'm dying to read what everyone wrote but most people were thinking ahead and sealed their envelopes...so we'll have to wait. I've got the cards in an envelope in herbaby book so we'll ha ve them ready to give to her when the time is right. I'm still working on getting my thank you's finished and hope to have them all in the mail by weekend. It means so very much to me to be a part of a family that is so openly loving and supportive. Our daughter will have no shortage of wonderful women to look up to, and I feel very blessed knowing that she'll always be loved and have people looking out for her. I know that I didn't do a good job of articulating this at the shower (I HATE getting choked up in front of people!!) but I was certainly thinking it then. I consider myself very lucky to have found someone as amazing as Brandon to build a family with, and I know a huge part of what makes him so great is his family. We're both looking forward to introducing our little one to all of the wonderful family we have both, in Pennsylvania and in Iowa, so she can learn from them just like we did (and continue to do!).
Shower day! 28 weeks and counting (and the dress makes me look deceptively round!)
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Time is flying!
One quick final update...we've officially reached the third trimester! 2/3 of the way there! I don't know if I speak for Brandon, but I can feel a little panic start to set in...she'll be here before we know it!
This weekend she gets to take her first trip to Iowa, and we're so excited to see everyone!
This weekend she gets to take her first trip to Iowa, and we're so excited to see everyone!
Under Construction
Now that we have a pretty good idea that our little Bean is indeed pink, we've started working on the nursery. First, we had to clear space out of one of our upstairs bedrooms. To do this, we added a spare room in the basement for when visitors come (very safe during a tornado...not so safe during a fire...don't worry, we have very good smoke detectors!). Though we had most of what we needed, we couldn't do much with that room until we had some acceptable flooring put in. I'm happy to say that we got that completed at the end of June, and our little basement room is ready for visitors! Here are some pictures of the finished product...
With that, we were able to start on the nursery. It's been kind of slow going, as we've been juggling a lot of softball (Brandon) and schoolwork (me...I got the junky end of that deal!). But we've been plugging away and hope to get our painting done sometime in the near future. We've chose gray, white, and Tiffany blue (with a little yellow) as our colors (and if we need to, we can man it up with some navy thrown in...but we're still holding tight to those 60/40 odds!). Here are a few shots of our progress...
Bean's empty room...
Copper is supervising...
Slow and steady....
Getting closer!
We'll keep posting updates as it comes together!
With that, we were able to start on the nursery. It's been kind of slow going, as we've been juggling a lot of softball (Brandon) and schoolwork (me...I got the junky end of that deal!). But we've been plugging away and hope to get our painting done sometime in the near future. We've chose gray, white, and Tiffany blue (with a little yellow) as our colors (and if we need to, we can man it up with some navy thrown in...but we're still holding tight to those 60/40 odds!). Here are a few shots of our progress...
We'll keep posting updates as it comes together!
Roadtrip!
Roadtrip!
The day after our appointment we packed our bags and loaded Copper into a rented SUV to drive to Pittsburgh for my grandmother's 80th birthday party. After a very long day in the car, we finally arrived. We don't get to Pittsburgh very often, and when we do we don't usually get the chance to see everyone, but it turns out that we were all able to make it into town that weekend. In addition to my grandma's party, my mom put together a little baby shower for us Saturday evening, complete with an ice cream cake that had little baby booties on it. We got so many thoughtful and generous gifts from family and friends. It's overwhelming to think about how loved our little Bean will be (she's doing somersaults while I write this...so I think she agrees!). I was also able to bring home some things that were mine when I was little, including a handmade cradle, a variety of outfits that my mom and grandma made for me, some blankets, a little wall hanging that hung up in my room when I was a baby, and finally....the Alphabet sweater. This probably doesn't mean much to anyone without the last name of Hamilton, but for us, it was a big deal. Grandma Petey's next door neighbor, Rita, whom I have known forever, knitted many gifts for us throughout the years. One of these gifts is a white sweater with the letters "A, B, C, D" on the front in solid, primary colors. Each Hamilton child had his or her picture taken in that sweater at one point during their lives. I'm happy to say that Bean will be no different. And don't worry Mom, we'll be sure to get it to the next person who has a baby so they can do the same!
Belly shot from our Pittsburgh trip...yes, I'm standing in the corner, and no, it's not because I was misbehaving...it just happened to be where the light was the best!
The day after our appointment we packed our bags and loaded Copper into a rented SUV to drive to Pittsburgh for my grandmother's 80th birthday party. After a very long day in the car, we finally arrived. We don't get to Pittsburgh very often, and when we do we don't usually get the chance to see everyone, but it turns out that we were all able to make it into town that weekend. In addition to my grandma's party, my mom put together a little baby shower for us Saturday evening, complete with an ice cream cake that had little baby booties on it. We got so many thoughtful and generous gifts from family and friends. It's overwhelming to think about how loved our little Bean will be (she's doing somersaults while I write this...so I think she agrees!). I was also able to bring home some things that were mine when I was little, including a handmade cradle, a variety of outfits that my mom and grandma made for me, some blankets, a little wall hanging that hung up in my room when I was a baby, and finally....the Alphabet sweater. This probably doesn't mean much to anyone without the last name of Hamilton, but for us, it was a big deal. Grandma Petey's next door neighbor, Rita, whom I have known forever, knitted many gifts for us throughout the years. One of these gifts is a white sweater with the letters "A, B, C, D" on the front in solid, primary colors. Each Hamilton child had his or her picture taken in that sweater at one point during their lives. I'm happy to say that Bean will be no different. And don't worry Mom, we'll be sure to get it to the next person who has a baby so they can do the same!
Belly shot from our Pittsburgh trip...yes, I'm standing in the corner, and no, it's not because I was misbehaving...it just happened to be where the light was the best!
The suspense was killing me!!
So yes, yet again, it's been a while since a blog update. The time is flying by. It doesn't look like I've posted an update since May. MAY!! I can't believe that we're halfway through the month of July. October will be here before we know it! But more on that in a while...
First, an update.
When we last left off, we'd gone to our last OB appointment and were thrown a little curve ball when our little Bean wouldn't uncross those sweet baby legs. Luckily, our doctor promised to give us another quick ultrasound following our next appointment. That meant we had to wait another few weeks for our next opportunity. I'm somewhat happy, and not at all ashamed, to admit that at first, it seemed like Brandon was having a bit of a hard time not knowing if Baby Bean was a boy or a girl. I, on the other hand, remained cool as a cucumber. Relax, I kept saying, if this is the only problem we encounter, it's nothinig. I was so very proud of myself for being so chill about the situation. Everyone who knows me knows that I might have a few moments where I come across as a high-strung planner, whereas Brandon is a little more laid back about things. So I was definitely enjoying having the tables be turned for once.
Well, it turns out that the crazy was there, lurking in the background. It was just delayed.
After being calm and cool for about two weeks, all of a sudden I realized--THE SUSPENSE WAS KILLING ME! So Brandon and I talked about it and we decided to make an appointment at a place called the Ultrasound Zone. Allow me to take a step back for a minute to give some backstory. When we were very newly pregnant, I got a little card in the mail, addressed to me, touting the many packages offered to expectant mothers from a little place called the Ultrasound Zone. Packages varied from very cheap and a few normal black and white ultrasound pictures, to extremely expensive 4-D pictures with 20 minute videos complete with music and a photo scrapebook. When I got the card, a few things crossed my mind. #1) How did they even know I was pregnant? At that point I'd told three people--Brandon, my doctor, and the day care worker who put us onto the waiting list and #2) Who on earth goes to places like this?
I'm still awaiting an explanation for #1. But I got my answer to #2. And the answer was PEOPLE LIKE US!!
So we made a secret appointment at the Ultrasound Zone. And we weren't really sure what to expect. Turns out, it was a lovely experience (although I'm still slightly ashamed to admit that we visited what we have affectionately dubbed "the-crazy-people-ultrasound-place). We tried not to get our hopes up, and it turns out, we didn't need to worry. Baby Bean wasn't camera shy at all that day, and right away our tech determined that we were going to be having a little girl! :-)
Our tech gave us a ton of pictures (with several arrows pointing to parts that let her know Bean is a little lady...thank goodness she was there to interpret because I NEVER would have known) including a few of the 4-D ones. The technology they have is amazing (although Bean looks like a koala bear in one and it's a little creepy).
So we finally had our answer. But we opted to keep it a secret until we met with Dr. Owens again, hoping she could confirm what our tech saw. Turns out, she couldn't! Instead of crossed legs, little Baby Bean's cord was in the way, and the doctor couldn't get a clear, definitive shot of those oh-so-important parts. So, she gave us some odds...60/40 that little Bean is a little lady. Because we'd already gotten a definite pink go-ahead from the Ultrasound Zone, we figured that was good enough for us. We called everyone to let them know, and it was so much fun to finally get to share.
And with that, Project Baby kicked off in full swing. We've got our little lady's name all picked out though we're not telling just yet. You'll have to wait until she comes to find out. And don't worry, we've got a name all set in case we get tossed a curve ball and our little miss turns out to be a
little mister :-)
First, an update.
When we last left off, we'd gone to our last OB appointment and were thrown a little curve ball when our little Bean wouldn't uncross those sweet baby legs. Luckily, our doctor promised to give us another quick ultrasound following our next appointment. That meant we had to wait another few weeks for our next opportunity. I'm somewhat happy, and not at all ashamed, to admit that at first, it seemed like Brandon was having a bit of a hard time not knowing if Baby Bean was a boy or a girl. I, on the other hand, remained cool as a cucumber. Relax, I kept saying, if this is the only problem we encounter, it's nothinig. I was so very proud of myself for being so chill about the situation. Everyone who knows me knows that I might have a few moments where I come across as a high-strung planner, whereas Brandon is a little more laid back about things. So I was definitely enjoying having the tables be turned for once.
Well, it turns out that the crazy was there, lurking in the background. It was just delayed.
After being calm and cool for about two weeks, all of a sudden I realized--THE SUSPENSE WAS KILLING ME! So Brandon and I talked about it and we decided to make an appointment at a place called the Ultrasound Zone. Allow me to take a step back for a minute to give some backstory. When we were very newly pregnant, I got a little card in the mail, addressed to me, touting the many packages offered to expectant mothers from a little place called the Ultrasound Zone. Packages varied from very cheap and a few normal black and white ultrasound pictures, to extremely expensive 4-D pictures with 20 minute videos complete with music and a photo scrapebook. When I got the card, a few things crossed my mind. #1) How did they even know I was pregnant? At that point I'd told three people--Brandon, my doctor, and the day care worker who put us onto the waiting list and #2) Who on earth goes to places like this?
I'm still awaiting an explanation for #1. But I got my answer to #2. And the answer was PEOPLE LIKE US!!
So we made a secret appointment at the Ultrasound Zone. And we weren't really sure what to expect. Turns out, it was a lovely experience (although I'm still slightly ashamed to admit that we visited what we have affectionately dubbed "the-crazy-people-ultrasound-
Our tech gave us a ton of pictures (with several arrows pointing to parts that let her know Bean is a little lady...thank goodness she was there to interpret because I NEVER would have known) including a few of the 4-D ones. The technology they have is amazing (although Bean looks like a koala bear in one and it's a little creepy).
So we finally had our answer. But we opted to keep it a secret until we met with Dr. Owens again, hoping she could confirm what our tech saw. Turns out, she couldn't! Instead of crossed legs, little Baby Bean's cord was in the way, and the doctor couldn't get a clear, definitive shot of those oh-so-important parts. So, she gave us some odds...60/40 that little Bean is a little lady. Because we'd already gotten a definite pink go-ahead from the Ultrasound Zone, we figured that was good enough for us. We called everyone to let them know, and it was so much fun to finally get to share.
And with that, Project Baby kicked off in full swing. We've got our little lady's name all picked out though we're not telling just yet. You'll have to wait until she comes to find out. And don't worry, we've got a name all set in case we get tossed a curve ball and our little miss turns out to be a
little mister :-)
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