I’ve finally gotten around to getting our ultrasound pictures up. They were taken when I was 18 weeks and 6 days. There’s even one showing his little boy bits. Now if Isabelle manages to mangle the ultrasound pictures, then at least we have them safe somewhere. And mangle them she would. The very nice nurse printed a big one especially for Isabelle and handed it to her.

Then she printed out the rest, regular size, for the family. But since Isabelle got her own, in her mind that must have meant they were all free game, all for her to squish and crinkle. Because all that day and the next few after she kept asking to see all the pictures, not just the one that was handed to her. And, well, if Isabelle doesn’t mess them up maybe we will since we haven’t put them safely away yet. Instead they are just laying around. Maybe I should remedy that RIGHT NOW.

And yes I know the nurse spelled Isabelle’s name wrong. She was ultrasounding (not a real word but you know what I mean) us (well not us but ME but I digress) for so long I didn’t have the heart to correct her. We were in there for a while, longer then our ultrasound when I was carrying Isabelle. That’s because this little guy is quite active.

He’s a real mover. I never felt Isabelle move this much. At night I just lay there smiling as I feel him kicking me and punching me and goodness knows what else he’s doing in there. Barrel rolls? And what am I talking about? At night? I mean all the freaking time. He’s kicking me right now. Does this mean he’s going to be a handful when he gets here?