See link to right. I've posted some new "pictures" of Sprout. My favorite is the picture of the little foot. A special edition version for diehard fans (ie the 6 minute video) should be posted tomorrow.
As I mentioned, Tuesday was very overwhelming for me. Aaron thought I just might have been stunned to find out Sprout was a boy (which wasn't that much of a surprise to me). However, it was really having one of those moments to say that this having a baby thing is REAL and not just my clothes getting tighter. We spent at least half an hour with the very sweet ultrasound tech as she took anatomical measurements. Making the connection that I am carrying this independently moving creature with all of those little bones and organs....well, it was very new and emphasizes to me the reality that I already know: while deeply connected to Sprout, Sprout is his own person to be. How wonderful and terrifying.
Which brings me to another point. Learning Sprout's sex was strange (please, don't try to count how many times I use that word in this blog) because it means we have hit a new milestone of being able to use a specific pronoun: HIS toes, HIS movements. As a matter of fact, switching just from "Sprout" and "it" to "he" took a moment and I still feel like I am speaking in capital letters everytime I talk about Sprout now: HE is due in March. HE is very healthy. You know that I will have settled down when I can start talking in lowercase again.
Also: Happy birthday to my dad!
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