ultrasound pics

I have two pieces of good news.  First, I passed the glucose test.  And second, we got to see our baby again.

Of course, there was some scheduling confusion involved with the glucose test.  No biggie - they just told us to come in when the tech was going to lunch and it didn't actually happen until two days later.  But the results were fine and I didn't throw up, and that's really all that matters, right?  ...Right?

Jk, it really wasn't a big deal.  Mostly we were just really confused.

Anyway, onto the important part: seeing our baby girl.  Except that she kept hiding her face in my back and then covering it with her hands...and even her feet.  Which makes me wonder if she's training to be a ballerina.  [Definitely doesn't come from my side of the family.]

We did get to see part of her face just as she was taking a big yawn:

Tim said, "Oh look, Katie, she has your mouth!"

And I said, "What? Big?" and we both laughed, because in my family, my larger-than-ordinary mouth is a running joke.  Our ultrasound technician, however, did not find our comments amusing.

I absolutely love our baby girl's ultrasound pictures, but does anyone else think that the 3-D ultrasound pictures make all babies look a little alien-like?  Like I said, I still love them, and of course my heart melts every time I look at them.  But really.

Here's one from last time (at the end of September) where you can see her just a little bit better:

Our baby girl is currently in the 51st percentile for height and weight - almost exactly average.  And I am 100% ok with that.  For obvious reasons.

[Though Tim and I always joke that it would be our luck to have all of our daughters get my family's tall genes and all of our sons get Tim's family's short genes.  Our sons might never speak to us again.]

I was happy that Tim got to see her moving around on the monitor so much, because he can only feel her moving like 10% of the time.  And let me tell you kids - she moves all the time.  Part of me feels absolutely impatient for her to be here every time she moves and part of me just enjoys bonding with her this way.  She'll come when she's ready regardless of my feelings anyway.

Oh and because I hadn't taken a picture yet during this post about the beginning of the third trimester, here you go:

The doctor pushed around on my stomach for a few minutes and then declared that she pretty much only has room to grow out now...which means I might have quite the beach ball by the time this pregnancy is finished.

But I'm ok with that. :)