We had a fun little "gender reveal" party for our family. I learned that my hunch was right: always go with the two year old's guess when it comes to these kinds of things. :)
She was measuring closer to 18 weeks than 20 weeks, so my doctor adjusted my due date to the end of September. It's hard not to be a little worried, but he said everything looks healthy and consistently small, so it really is much more likely that the original due date was off rather than she is already growth restricted. I will have another ultrasound in a few weeks to make sure her she is growing at a steady rate.
What a special day to get that first peek and to hear that she is healthy. I was scrolling though Facebook the other day and realizing that among people I know there are those that are wishing they were pregnant, wishing they could get pregnant at all, waiting in the long adoption process, or facing the situation of knowing their baby will not survive past birth. (I think of what a miracle it is that any baby is ever born healthy period!) My mama's heart aches for them, and is full of joy and amazement that I get to raise my wonderful boy and now carry this little girl. Surely I have been entrusted with a great treasure.
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