We just got back from our 32 week ultrasound so I thought I’d pipe up and get it all out while it was still roiling around in my brain.  Speaking of brains, Squishy has one!  It’s glorious!

Once again we managed to leave there without a single print-out picture of our little precious.  We brought our DVD from last time, which the tech put into the machine, but she forgot to hit Record until the very end so this still shot of Squishy’s face in profile is the best can do:

As you can see, Squishy was feeling coy, and kept his adorable little face tucked into my placenta the whole time (In this shot, you can see the profile of his face but it’s kind of hard to tell because he’s facing my placenta.  It must be soft and cozy like a pillow or something).

If the tech had remembered to hit Record, I totally could have shared some awesome shots of his femur though.

He did come out for a super-brief second while the tech was doing the 4-D ultrasound and we glimpsed two eyes (yay!), chubby cheeks (yay yay!), and two tiny little baby hands hiding the rest of his face.  Of course, this moment was before the tech was recording.

Even though he was playing hard to get, he did cooperate with the measurements the tech needed to take, and we got beautiful shots of his brain (which looks wrinkly and healthy), his arms, his legs, and his tummy.

His kidneys look a little plump, which is something our pediatrician will keep an eye on, but I told the doctor that his kidneys are just plump because he had to pee and was uncomfortable going while people were watching.

He’s measuring right smack at average size for his age, which pleases me to no end.  Seriously, there was a graph showing us fetal weights and sizes for Squishy’s age, and there was a high line, a low line, and a line right in the middle and Squishy was right in the middle.

Unless the baby’s growth rate changes, the doctor who came in to meet with us told us it was safe to expect Squishy to come out weighing between 7 lbs. and 7.5 lbs.  Basically, a nice average-sized newborn.  My pelvis and I celebrated that news to be sure.

We also celebrated that Squishy is head-down.  Same as at the last ultrasound.  This child enjoys the blood rushing to his head, it would seem, and I encourage his blood-rush habit wholeheartedly.

The thing I liked best about this ultrasound was that I could feel that Squishy had hiccups before the ultrasound started, and then once we got going we could actually see him with his little baby hiccups.  Oh my GOSH, it was the cutest thing EVER.

We watched him practice his breathing (we could tell he was breathing because we watched his little chest expand and contract and his diaphragm go up and down), we watched him get the hiccups (twice!), and we watched him while he took big gulps of fluid.

This baby?  Is a champion.  He’s going to come out ready to breathe and eat and be awesome.  While intellectually I know that all fetuses practice these things in utero, because this is my baby I feel like Squishy is just way better at these things than all the other babies his age.

Oh no, I’m going to be one of those moms, aren’t I?