New storm door installed today; custom china cabinet coming in the morning. Let's hope for decent enough weather to get pictures of both.
Megan realized that if you get a new menu every time you go pick up your pizza, you get another coupon. Then just recycle the rest of the menu. Free money.
This morning, while riding the train into Philadelphia, I took a breather from reading the pregnancy book I brought along, and spent a few minutes looking at the
ultrasound picture; half amazed at the thought of what we've done here (you know, the miracle of life and all that), and half still not really grasping what was going on.
The books all say that by now, our baby is taking shape. His (or her, but everyone thinks his) organs are mostly there, but underdeveloped, his external appearance is starting to take shape. He probably looks like a tiny human being, and not so much like a tadpole any more.
These thoughts where swimming laps in my head — back and forth, over and over, until they knew the pool so well that they could measure and count their strokes, and do a flip-turn at precisely the right moment to head back toward the other side without ever opening an eye — when I had a sort of epiphany, and
saw our baby.
When you look at the ultrasound, or at least when I did, I saw a sort of blobby thing on one side of a bubble. He had a vague sort of head shaped thing on his left side that might have actually been his head, and his heart was sort of closer to that side of the blob (on the live the video), so it was probably a safe bet that smaller chunk of blob actually equals head.
But sitting on the train, in this moment of clarity, I noticed what I thought might be a knee, and a shoulder, and suddenly the whole picture took shape. I
saw our
baby!
Looking again at the ultrasound picture, imagine him laying on his left side, facing away from you. You can kind of see over him — what would be his right knee, possibly a foot. His left elbow is sticking out underneath his body, in a seemingly uncomfortable position (get used to that, kiddo!), and his right arm is kind of angled toward his face. Maybe he's sucking his thumb? They do that, you know.
Just don't mind the butt crack.
