Skip to main content

My Baby, the Creepy Alien

Well, we got 2 new ultrasounds yesterday while at the OB/GYN. Unfortunately, they couldn't tell us gender yet, but we did get to see the heartbeat again, see the spine, and watch the baby actually move. Several times during the course of the ultrasound, the baby would cover it's face with it's arms. It was inherently adorable. Next time, they tell us we should be able to hear the heartbeat. That's going to be pretty cool, methinks.

So, here are the ultrasounds. I'll attach each one, and then remark about them. The first is just the baby length-wise. You can clearly see the head to the left, it's the round orbish thing. The body of the baby is the oblong thing to the right of the orbish head. Not a lot of definition, but you can see, it's just about run out of space in the uterus. DrummerWife had best get a-growin' so that our child has room to play.


The next photo to the left here is rotated 90 degrees so that you can see the crazy looking alien face that DrummerBaby is currently sporting. It's the freaky looking thing inside the conveniently included red box that I've put in there.








And last but certainly not least is a close-up of the creepy alien face. I mean holy crap, the thing doesn't even look human. Of course, it is only 13 weeks old. But seriously, if you saw that thing coming at you out of a dark hallway on an abandoned starship somewhere in the outer reaches of the solar system, you're going to crap your pants, and open fire with your space marine machine gun. Even if it is only the size of a lime.

:)

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Aaron didn't make it.

About 3 hours ago, Aaron passed away. After speaking with his doctors earlier in the last few weeks, we decided that if at any point they were no longer supporting Aaron's life, but instead preventing him from dying, that we didn't want him to suffer any longer. We reached that point this morning. Aaron had been struggling for life from Day One, and after surgery, and several weeks of fighting, Aaron ran out of strength. He fought hard, but the strain of surgery just proved to be too much for him. I'm sure I'll feel up to posting more information later. I just don't seem to have any energy left in me for relating this at the moment. But I did feel it was important to share this information with all of you who have been keeping tabs on us. Thank you for your concern, your prayers, and your well-wishes during this difficult time. We love you. P.S.: I'd like to leave you with the following lyrics that popped into my head while we held Aaron as he passed away. They

Eighteen.

 18, Aaron. Holy shit, kid (calm down, you're 18 in about 5 hours, I can curse in front of you now, plus, I've had a couple drinks, my language is a bit loose). You're an adult. You're old enough to drive, you'd be looking at college or technical school, or backpacking across Europe in a gap year, or whatever weird thing kids are doing when they turn 18 these days. You'd be a person. A complete, fully realized, adult person. That's weird, kid, gotta admit. So, 18 is hitting your mom and I kinda hard. The idea of you at 18 is really blowing our minds. We were just barely not kids ourselves when you were born, and now we're talking about you as an adult. It's amazing to think about. As you well know, we've done a ton of work with, and fundraising for, the March of Dimes; donated money and goods to community health centers; donated craft goods to a local moms and babies' hospital for siblings of newborns; collected toys, pajamas, and games for l

Thank you all from the bottom of our hearts

We feel so loved and supported right now and would like to thank each and every one of you. Whether we know you or not we know we are in your thoughts. We told Aaron each and every day how loved he was and I know that he knew that. I know that all of you were praying for a different outcome in all of this, but obviously God had a different plan. There are moments when I am at peace with this and moments when I am not. As hard and upsetting as it was - I am not sure I will ever experience a more peaceful moment as I did when I sat there holding Aaron after they had all the tubes and wires off and before he actually passed. Yes, I did hold him the whole time - at first I didn't think I could but God gave me the strength and I am so happy that I did. Josh pointed out last night that the time they placed him in my arms was at 12:44 pm. Ironically, Aaron was born at 12:44 am - I don't think that was a coincidence. My brother-in-law pointed out to me that Aaron was in our lives for 3