Dr : So, you can head down to radiology.
Radiology: Our ultrasound tech isn't in today
Me: That's fine, can I make an appointment for Friday?
Radiology: She's on vacation. You can make an appointment for a month from now.
Me: (sad face)
So one month and many now-too-small clothes later, here we (fetus and I) are.
|belly: 5 months, inept photographers: ages 2 and 4 years :-)|
Ultrasound revealed what I'd known to be true for quite some time- baby is in breach position, and joyously kicking the daylights out of my bladder. After establishing the basics (functioning heart/ intact spine/ etc) we moved on to the question of the day (or in our case, year)- bambino or bambina?
Baby 3 was very compliant, and within about 20 seconds of looking, flashed what seemed very much to be man-parts. After a tiny shift, it became very apparent:
Thrilled, Scott and I went to buy (finally- I've been wanting to do this for years!) some tiny man apparel. Oh baby boy, I love you so much already... And your big sisters are fighting over whose prince you will be :-)
|next stop: Osh Kosh B'gosh online|
So there you have it, internet world. Man-child Crawford will be showing his handsome little face sometime around the 22nd of October, and we can hardly wait
|fun bonus: boy outfits have booty designs, too!|