Hello from the 31,000 feet up! I’m en route to Palm Springs for a photoshoot with Oiselle. I can’t wait to feel the sun on my skin and bunk with an inspiring gang of women for 3 days. Tribal gathering of sorts. Or maybe more like rain bird flock flying south to dry out our wings.
Yesterday Owen and I had our 20 week ultrasound. For those who are like me two days ago, this appointment is when U/S technician measures everything and labels it. We're talking tiny kidneys, head, spin, femur, etc. Preggo lays back back in a dimly lit room with partner seated out of reach and watches in confusion and awe at the baby measurements on the monitor trying to guess if everything looks 'right'. This is also the appointment where they can tell you if it’s a girl or boy.
Owen and I had devised a plan to have the technician write down boy or girl so we could read it alone together. I probably heard about this on a blog or one of the baby books I refuse to read anyore. It seemed like a good idea, see specifically last post re:disgust for public weeping.
Two minutes into the appointment I was guessing boy. So was Owen. Five minutes in I couldn’t take it anymore and needed to know. Right then. Owen, used to me changing plans on a dime, smiled and shrugged. So our wonderful tech, who reminded me of Meryl Streep, zoomed her little wand around my belly, and tada… confusing grey baby blur crotch shot… which she could identify as girl parts!
I’m not some pink or blue crazed human, all I really wanted to see on that ultrasound was a beautiful spine and heart, but it felt very surreal and wonderful to know the little pop-pop in my belly was a she. There’s not much I can know about this baby floating around, unborn, and I’m just dying to know everything. It’s exciting to know one more little detail. Now I need to train myself to refer to her as her, and not it.
We also got to see the 3D of her face too. Which was insane. I expected her to look like every other baby 3D I’ve seen (I can’t tell them apart) but she looked like Owen to me! I mean, she looked like our baby. It might just be how you feel about your own little bug. Because I’m sure you’re like, meh, she looks like a nondescript blurry baby head to me.
After our appointment it was off to work after a quick Poly Clinic lobby break to call parents and grandparents with the news. It was hard to leave Owen, I felt like hanging out all day together just staring at ultrasound pictures. But there was lots to get done before the trip to Palm Springs!
So yeah, back to Palm Springs. We're shooting Oiselle s - w - i - m. Shhh. Stay tuned for updates from the desert, like I said we’re traveling with a seriously rad flock of women: Sally, Katron, Lesko, Meghan, Lauren, Kara and me. Oh and of course our photog #brobird, Amos. Shenanigans to ensue.
Follow along: @oiselle_mac and @oiselle on instagram and twitter.
Yesterday Owen and I had our 20 week ultrasound. For those who are like me two days ago, this appointment is when U/S technician measures everything and labels it. We're talking tiny kidneys, head, spin, femur, etc. Preggo lays back back in a dimly lit room with partner seated out of reach and watches in confusion and awe at the baby measurements on the monitor trying to guess if everything looks 'right'. This is also the appointment where they can tell you if it’s a girl or boy.
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Owen and I had devised a plan to have the technician write down boy or girl so we could read it alone together. I probably heard about this on a blog or one of the baby books I refuse to read anyore. It seemed like a good idea, see specifically last post re:disgust for public weeping.
Two minutes into the appointment I was guessing boy. So was Owen. Five minutes in I couldn’t take it anymore and needed to know. Right then. Owen, used to me changing plans on a dime, smiled and shrugged. So our wonderful tech, who reminded me of Meryl Streep, zoomed her little wand around my belly, and tada… confusing grey baby blur crotch shot… which she could identify as girl parts!
I’m not some pink or blue crazed human, all I really wanted to see on that ultrasound was a beautiful spine and heart, but it felt very surreal and wonderful to know the little pop-pop in my belly was a she. There’s not much I can know about this baby floating around, unborn, and I’m just dying to know everything. It’s exciting to know one more little detail. Now I need to train myself to refer to her as her, and not it.
We also got to see the 3D of her face too. Which was insane. I expected her to look like every other baby 3D I’ve seen (I can’t tell them apart) but she looked like Owen to me! I mean, she looked like our baby. It might just be how you feel about your own little bug. Because I’m sure you’re like, meh, she looks like a nondescript blurry baby head to me.
After our appointment it was off to work after a quick Poly Clinic lobby break to call parents and grandparents with the news. It was hard to leave Owen, I felt like hanging out all day together just staring at ultrasound pictures. But there was lots to get done before the trip to Palm Springs!So yeah, back to Palm Springs. We're shooting Oiselle s - w - i - m. Shhh. Stay tuned for updates from the desert, like I said we’re traveling with a seriously rad flock of women: Sally, Katron, Lesko, Meghan, Lauren, Kara and me. Oh and of course our photog #brobird, Amos. Shenanigans to ensue.
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