Heir to Blair » Ultrasound

Baby in the Iron Mask

heirtoblair — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 11:49:00 +0000

Look, Harrison looks like he wants to eat your soul as he moonlights as the Man in the Iron Mask. I know I should say that this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life…but to be honest, he’s just creepy-looking.

Although Nate says that I MUST stop saying that kind of thing in the ultrasound room, because Kristy Box (remember her?!) is going to think I’m 3 seconds away from pushing Harrison into the street. Look, Nate…I never said that he’s not perfect & that I don’t love this child with every fiber of my being…but I am honest enough to say that the ultrasound is creepy as eff monkeys. You can see his BRAIN. Only Hannibal Lector would find that appealing…and appetizing, with a nice chianti.

Round 2

heirtoblair — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 11:34:00 +0000

Let’s hope Harrison cooperates today, right? We go in for a second anatomy ultrasound since the little mule wouldn’t roll over last time.

As a direct result of my birthday bingeing on food, I fear the scale. FEAR. Irrationally, of course. Because I am a) pregnant & therefore supposed to gain weight and b) the doctor side-eyed my lack of weight gain at the last appointment. Don’t worry, Doc…I have single-handedly taken care of that weight “problem” in the past 24 hours. In fact, I may have been an over-achiever & we may be having the OPPOSITE discussion today.

I’m now going to pick out the lightest article of clothing I own to try negating the Blooming Onion I shoved down my throat the other night.

Ladies & gents, lock up your little girls. There's a new stud in town!

heirtoblair — Fri, 08 May 2009 23:20:00 +0000

So…here’s our son! But sorry…you’re not seeing his penis. We have a pretty decent “money shot,” but I feel all squidgy about posting it on the interwebs. Sure, he’s still in the womb but Nate & I feel that if he wants to shake his penis at the world, it needs to be when he’s drunk at a fraternity party in 19 years.

So for now, you just get to see the creepy spine shot. I’m sure my ultrasound tech thinks I am the most unloving, unsentimental mother ever because I gave a horror face as I said, “Is that the spine?! Creepy!” (I’m so mature, right?) She measured the head, pointed out the bladder, & then said, “Oh, it’s a boy!” quickly before moving onto the legs.

::cue stilted pause & stuttering:: ”WHAT?!” Nate & I both sputtered. ”Are you sure?!!”

The tech looks over with an arched eyebrow & says, “Yes, I’m sure it’s a boy! There’s the head!” as she points to his manhood. & while Nate is almost dying laughing at the slang terms thrown around the doctor’s office, I stared at the screen, failing to believe my eyes. I guess at the bottom of my heart, I truly thought HJ was a girl…so the words, “It’s a boy!” literally shocked me out of my pants (which wasn’t hard, considering they were practically rolled down to my vag). I’m sure the tech thought we were either the most unattached parents, or we suffered from gender disappointment, because both Nate & I sat quiet & unbelieving for the next 5 minutes. But it wasn’t disappointment…we were just SHOCKED. No other way to explain it. & just as Nate opened his mouth to ask her to look again, she said, “Oh, rats. He’s not flipping for me, so I’m going to have y’all come back in a few weeks so I can measure his heart.” God bless my sweet little stubborn boy! Not only do we get to see him again, but since we were so sure he was a girl, it will be nice to get a second check at 22 weeks.

Afterwards, we sat waiting for the doctor, letting the news of our little boy finally sink in. And once it sank it….you should have seen the smiles! A son!!! Nate plotted the golf clubs he would purchase for HJ by his second Christmas, while I giggled about how much a little boy loves his momma. & y’all, we cannot be happier. I cannot even imagine having a little girl now that I know my son, just like everyone promised

p.s. did i mention that he has looooooooong legs? measuring 19 weeks, 1 day while the rest of him measures a perfect 18 weeks, 3 days.

I have a penis inside me!!

heirtoblair — Thu, 07 May 2009 00:21:00 +0000

WE’RE HAVING A SON!!!! I’ll update more tomorrow with the story of the ultrasound, our absolute shock at the penis, & pictures of sweet HJ.

But for now, I leave you with pictures of the loot — oh, & those who bitch about the lack of cute boy clothes, YOU ARE HORRIBLE SHOPPERS. Three brands for you — Gymboree, Baby Gap, & Carters. Write those down. I had more fun today with my own mother, looking at little polos & things with lions (hey, I have to stay true to my ADPi heritage!).

My absolute favorite outfit, a little sweatsuit with a lion onesie that shows a little Daddy love:

and the cutest, cutest pants for this spring, embroidered with little whales:

I cannot wait to raise my little Southern gentleman…now, where to find baby seersuckers?

And the winner is…

heirtoblair — Wed, 06 May 2009 12:16:00 +0000

BOY!!!!! Snips & snails for the next 18 years & we couldn’t be more thrilled! Now the Great Name Debate of 2009 shall commence…

Let’s talk about sex, baby…

heirtoblair — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 13:27:00 +0000

But not that kind of sex. Actually, that title makes me feel a little dirty considering that I’m discussing my child, but it’s the first thing that popped into my head so I refuse to remove it. Listen, folks…13 days until the BIG DAY, so start casting your votes! I played with a few online quizzes, broke down some of the old wives tales, & even gave you a glimpse of my sex life so you may make your own Shettles decision.

Labor of Love: Girl

Just Mommies: Girl

Bump.com: Girl

B abyman: Boy

Sexr atio.com: Boy

T voy Baby: Girl

Shettles: Boy

Hearbeat: Has never dipped below 157 bpm (old wives tales say girl)

Ring Test: moves back & forth over belly, but in circles over palm

Momma’s Intuition: If you put a gun to my head, I think I’d say boy now. Maybe. I don’t know. ::sigh:: I really have no guess. Does that make me a terrible mother already?

Friends & Family: Majority say girl, but I think that’s strictly wishful thinking.

Girl Old Wives Tales:
-had morning sickness
-carrying weight in hips & butt
-leg hair is growing the same
-Nate isn’t gaining weight
-craving sweets & fruits, especially orange juice
-HJ’s heartbeat
-acne

Boy Old Wives Tales:
-carrying rather low (although hard to tell at this point, but you make your own guess at the belly pictures)
-boobs aren’t growing fast
-craving lemon (sour)
-my head hurts like beast several times per week
-no real mood swings, just regular Blair freak-outs
-my hair is amazing

I’ve always found orange juice to be very sour, so I think it’s funny they lump it into “sweets” with a girl.

As for what we’re hoping for…honestly, we’d prefer a girl. BUT we love our nephew & know that a boy would be an absolute blast — boys are such sweet things with their mommas, plus it would give Nate a new golf project once he could swing a club. But a girl? Oh, the hair bows & dresses!! & honestly, don’t tell Nate, but I love our girl name while I sneer at every boy name he comes up with. On a less petty note, my mother & I have always had an incredible relationship & I dream of having that with my own daughter one day. Plus, Nate & I are solely responsible for any remaining reproducing in our family & we already have a nephew — so a little girl would be something fun & different for all of us! Nate & his family would love a girl because out of 2 generations in his family, there is only 1 girl out of 9 boys.

But have no fear…I won’t need ingender.com should HJ have a penis. We’ll be over-the-moon, just fighting about names for the next 5 months ::rolls eyes::

So…what do you think?

Big ultrasound.

heirtoblair — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 17:18:00 +0000

May 6th in the morning!

::squeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa::

I’ll be taking the day off to go shopping with my mother, of course, but I promise not to leave y’all hanging. I’ll need a volunteer that will update my blog that morning, por favor.

mild panic attack.

heirtoblair — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 19:24:00 +0000

when I see NT scan results with 1:15,000 and 1:30,000…or 1:75,000 like the other day.

Mine was only 1:7,200.

::breathes into paper bag::

Can someone please slap me as the ritual child-to-child comparison by motherhood begins?

1:7,600

heirtoblair — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 19:34:00 +0000

Our odds for HJ having Downs Syndrome.

We are officially screen negative for Downs & the Trisomy’s!!!!

Hiccups & booty shakes.

heirtoblair — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 19:53:00 +0000

Today was the NT scan & one of the best days of my life. I could barely go to sleep last night — remember what it was like on Christmas Eve as a child? That’s what it felt like. Incredible anticipation & excitement. Since I heard the heartbeat just 48 hours before, I knew HJ would be perfect.

After the nurse called us back, we sat down with a genetic counselor & chatted about markers, the process, further testing down the road, etc. Nothing we didn’t know before regarding what they were measuring (the back of the baby’s neck) or the hormones they would check in my blood. In the ultrasound room, I laid back on the plushest chair ever (for serious, I could have napped!) & we had the sweetest u/s technician. I pulled my pants (maternity!) past my butt & covered myself with a towel. She lubed up my belly, plopped the wand on, & within moments HJ popped onto the screen! The heartbeat was amazing — WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH — & Nate looked over at me with a look of disbelief. ”Is that it??” he asked. I nodded & his face lit up from ear to ear. The coolest part? Harpie Jr. had some hard-core hiccups! They can have hiccups at 12 weeks?? Amazing! His/her little chest would jerk up, then float back down to the bottom. Rinse & repeat. We laughed for five minutes, just watching the babe hiccup before settling down to business.

Unfortunately, HJ is its father’s child & refused to straighten out for the testing. The tech looked over at me & said, “Okay, honey. I need you to bend your legs & put your feet on the chair.” I complied. ”Now, lift up your hips.” ::blair arches eyebrow & hips:: “And I need you to shake your bottom.” Excuse me?!? While Nate wiped tears of laughter away, I shook my bare, jiggly, cellulite-infested ass like Ricky Martin. He wishes we had a camera, but I can think of things I’d rather become other than a half-naked YouTube phenom.

HJ finally stretched out for a moment, allowing the tech to measure the neck…more importantly, the fluid in the neck. According to her, the measurements were perfection. At one point, HJ pressed its little foot against the u/s wand (as pictured above). I squealed with delight at my little Tarheel & the tech quickly caught the shot to print out for us.

HJ kept flipping, turning, & Nate laughed that we had a rotisserie baby. Keep cookin’, baby! The little legs are folded cross-legged, but we did get to see them stretched out. Looooong legs, like Momma. & no, the tech did not make a guess as to the sex — HJ was sitting on the camera at one point, but she refused to zoom in, stating that it was way too early to even wager a guess.

To make up for it, she did treat us to a 3D image of HJ. Kinda freaky, but totally cool. We received 5 print-offs of ultrasound pictures, then practically skipped to brunch where I shoved pancakes & eggs into my mouth while Nate kept to our Southern roots with biscuits & gravy.

Did I mention that HJ is measuring ahead at 12 weeks, 1 day with a heartbeat at 157 bpm.

I have the coolest baby ever. Seriously.