
First up, a head and what I thought we were told was a foot. If that’s true, that is one flexible baby and it explains much of the acrobatics I feel throughout the day and night.
Edit by Student Doctor Bean: The previous picture is actually of her foot and part of her chest. To capture both her feet and chest at the same time our daughter had to have her knees tucked up close to her chest. Chances are that she was preparing for a particularly strong kick. 

Now, don’t get creeped out. I do a little bit when I look at her eyes in this picture. She’s looking right at you and you can see her rib cage and the lens of her eye (something about density difference makes it show up on an ultrasound). Oh, and she’s throwing a mean left hook.

Scott was really smitten by the nice thick umbilical cord, so the doctor was nice enough to print this one out for us as well.

This one is another mess of limbs. One thing is for sure, she’s a mover! I swear this all made sense on the ultrasound as we tried to keep up with her cruising around. Somehow, you take a still picture and time passes… and before you know it, I don’t have a clue what I’m looking at. Well, my daughter, but which parts? Beats me!

I think this picture just made sense to me for the first time. We’re looking, I believe, at a pair of cute cheekies with her legs kicking up and her back taking up a lot of the picture. No worries, she only has two legs. That squiggly one must be the umbilical cord. Hehe.
So, upside down and backwards. And, she still looks pretty cute. That’s a good sign!
Edit by Student Doctor Bean: Unfortunately, there are no “cheekies” in the aforementioned picture. This was just another shot of the uber-cool umbilical cord.

Here she’s drinking in the amniotic fluid. Yet another thing about pregnancy that would kinda freak me out if I dwelt on it. So, moving on…
My favorite picture of all:

That’s the sassy profile that I instantly fell in love with. With which I instantly fell in love, I mean. Why does proper English sound so awkward sometimes?
Ok, and for those of you following along at home, here are the stats:

So the official due date is the 28th of December, but she’s measuring for the 24th. And if you take her head size as a reliable indicator, she’ll make her appearance well before the holidays.
Pregnancy update:
I’m 23 weeks today, which means my baby is tipping the scales at just over a pound now. People are starting to “guess” I’m pregnant, though no complete strangers have commented yet.
The only person compelled to touch my belly thus far is Scott. He keeps saying how cute it is and grinning ear to ear. That makes the nosebleeds and headaches all worth while, lemme tell ya. I’m one lucky woman!
I feel the baby constantly and if you watch my belly you can see it jumping around. When Scott puts a cold hand (or foot*) on it, the baby must feel it because she punches and kicks and wiggles right where the cold is coming from.
My migraine medication is still working wonders and I’m grateful for it every day.
Scott is very concerned about me gaining enough weight, so he spoiled me yesterday with a fresh strawberry pie and the best local pizza in Columbus. It’s actually take and bake on whole wheat crust and loaded with veggies (artichoke, onions, broccoli, mushrooms, peppers, tomatoes, roasted garlic). I know, not healthy even with the veggies, but it’s calorically dense and it does his heart good to see me go down on it.
*Here’s a bit of strange Bean history for you. I used to have really bad abdominal pain… off and on for years, actually. When Scott and I were dating or maybe newly married… he offered out-of-the-blue to put his foot on my stomach because he said it might feel good (his feet are always frigid). It felt marvelous and really helped with the pain. Two points for Dr. Bean.