All the right parts in all the right places

We continue to be a happy bunch of 4 (Jay, Elvis, baby, me) down here in Texas. On Tuesday, June 19th we had our 20 week ultrasound. This is the "big ultrasound" where they check all the organ development, make sure the spine and skull are complete and closed, bones are developing, etc. The tech and doc also calculate the baby's size and, when possible, confirm the sex. As we expected to hear, we are definitely expecting a baby boy Romano this Fall. Apparently, our little guy is actually BIG! He is measuring a week and half ahead of schedule. We know our dates aren't off - we were visiting the fertility docs and they are schedule freaks - so it looks like, for now, he's just BIG! I'm not going to lie, it made me feel great to know that he is getting all the nourishment he needs. Selfishly, it also feels good to know the weight I am gaining is going where it should!

My favorite part was when the tech and doc said he had a "very pretty heart" and they wanted to bring in the med students. I didn't even know what that meant but my heart was swollen with pride - my son has a pretty heart! What a beautiful thing!

For the record, it meant they could see each of the 4 chambers perfectly. They did say they were going to use his ultrasound images for the med students later. Love it!

Seeing our baby, our son (!), healthy, moving around, safe, was a beautiful experience. We both teared up and then laughed. I am trying to live in each of these moments and not get to anxious about the end of the pregnancy. The privelage of being pregnant and participating in this life miracle is beyond words. Grateful doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. My son and his perfect little heart. Life is good.

Happy Father's Day!

There's are few things in life that are as wonderful and important as having a good father. Fortunately for my brother, sister and me, we not only have a good father, we have the best one. I could list out reason after reason for why our dad really would win any "father of the year" contest, but I think it really comes down to this....he loves his family above all else and he has the type of faith required to stay with a family during sorrows as well as the joys of life. So, to the man who made up the "giraffe story", taught me how to count money (YIKES!), said my prayers with me at night, didn't run screaming for the hills during my 13th-18th year and still tracks all my flights to make sure we land safely....Thank you. You are going to be world's best grandfather as well. And, just think, you don't have to worry about the kid's curfew!
As I sit here typing, of course I am also thinking about how lucky my little baby will be. Next year will be Jay's first official "Father's Day". I have no doubt in my mind that he will be going down in the history books as another "world's best dad".
All in all, I'm a damn lucky girl.