For those of you betting on blue, you'll be pleased to know that we're over 75% sure Baby Shmoo is a BOY. Yay!
The ultrasound tech showed us several hilarious images, from the baby flashing a peace sign, to chunky little feet pressed up against my belly, to a hand clinging playfully and repeatedly to the genitalia we were so very anxious to see. Apparently, I am housing a miniature Al Bundy lounging on his placental couch.
The anatomy scan showed that everything is totally normal, and my due date remains the same-- December 2. Shmoo weighs about 1 pound now and is around 6 inches from crown to rump. He appears to have inherited Craig's iron bones, because they were very sharp on the scans and when poking me at odd moments. I am utterly floored that we can see this baby move clearly from the outside of my abdomen at only 19 weeks. I didn't even feel Cleo move until 18 weeks, and then it was just flutters and nudges. Seems Shmoo is a rather vigorous chap!
I'm almost halfway through the pregnancy, and i'm ready to start painting the guest bedroom blue. Craig and I will effectively replace ourselves on the planet, thereby insuring the future success of our robot army under the care of familial stewards.
It's a good day.