Cutest Bum Ever

It's been a while, but on October 29, your dad and I went to see a doc who did testing for Down Syndrome and Trisomy 13. They had to measure the fluid sack at the back of your neck, and you had to be positioned just so. You were 13 weeks new and already frustrating an adult. That's impressive, little Merryman! She warned us that it would take a while, but I don't think she anticipated it taking quite as long as it did. It was chilly in there, I had to pee, and she pushed at you and poked you and shoved that mechanical device in my lower belly trying to get you in the right spot for a good 20-30 minutes. What was great, though, is that your dad and I got to watch you on a monitor all that time.

I couldn't believe how different you looked from the nine-week picture. You looked like a baby instead of a bean-shaped splotch, and we could see your little hands and feet. I did not get emotional the first time I saw you, and my first reaction again this time was to laugh. But when I laughed, my belly shook and she couldn't take measurements with me shaking things up. Since I couldn't laugh, I had no choice but to lay there and let the tears leak out while you waved your little hands in front of your face and turned around to show us your bum.