Ultracool!

WEEK 18

The ultrasound this afternoon proved to be the coolest experience yet. The baby had even the technician giggling at how many moves it had. It didn't stop fidgeting the whole time. Between the flips and twists, and the punches, and the dancing came the ever-precious yawns. We still don't know the sex, and the technician said it probably would have been impossible for her to determine it anyway, given that the baby never gave her a chance to get a good look at anything.


Since the baby was so feisty and moved around so much, I'm assuming it must take after Raegan. Anything with my genes in it would have just lay there, sleeping. My guess is the baby was trying to make something out of the umbilical cord. Or maybe redecorate its womb.