Hello, Internet! How's about some vaguely creepy photos of my orange ghost-fetus?
I think he's the sweetest little orange ghost-fetus in the world, but I could see how you might think I'm biased.
And yes, he is definitely a he. A he who is remarkably modest, but still, we got one good glimpse of the undeniably male goods before he crossed his legs up tight for the remainder of the session.
He is also a he who looks JUST LIKE HIS BIG BROTHER, holy crap, except possibly (God help me) a little chubbier.
He kept his hands in front of his face during most of the ultrasound, attempting at times to get as much of his thumb and hand and arm as possible into his mouth to suck on. I take this as a prenatal sign of his chompable deliciousness, and also: mah boobs are already a little scared.
He did all the typical fetus things. He opened his eyes, stuck out his tongue, gnawed on his fingers, kicked and rolled and smushed himself into the placenta when he'd had quite enough of me rolling from side to side and jostling my belly in hopes of getting a clearer look at his face. In other words: he's brilliant.
We brought Noah with us, although we were at a loss ahead of time on how to really explain what we were going to see. I guess we did an okay job, because the instant the ultrasound image showed up on the projector screen Noah immediately pointed and exclaimed, "Look! Baby brother!" He then asked, "Hey, what you DOING in there?"
What else is there to say? We're having another baby, another boy, another melon-headed chunker and oh my God, I cannot freaking wait to see this lovely little face in person.