Our Baby Girl

One of the blogs I read on occasion is written by a mother about the experiences of raising a child. My friend Courtney told me about this lady's blog and I enjoy reading it because of the humorous voice she gives it and the wit with which she writes. I don't read it as a parenting primer so much as a modern-day 'Family Circus', for laughs and tears when her kid is having a bad day. But in looking at one of her posts, the real reason she said she created the site was so that one day her son would read it and see all the things he did before he could remember the things he did. That resonated with me and I thought of the power that could entail as I share the early moments of my daughter's life with her. Especially since I love hearing stories about how Jill and I acted when we were babies growing up. So I have to make an addendum to my previous post. This website is meant for you the grandparent, great-grandparents, aunts, uncles, great aunts/uncles, etc. But I think in the back of my heart it is also a labor of love for my daughter. So that when she is older we can share the funny, messy, heart-wrenching, sleep-deprived, warm-fuzzy enducing moments she created.

Plus I suck at scrapbooking. This is way more easier.

So since I have this site up and operational, the least I can do is provide you with pictures of our baby girl to be. The ultrasound pictures were exactly a month ago, so obviously she has grown since then, but on Nov. 20th here is what she looked like to us.

During the ultrasound the technician explained that our baby was being difficult, (ha ha ... I'm sure my mom is laughing at that bit of comeuppance for me) but that she wasn't sitting in the traditional profile view inside of Jillian to allow them to get a full profile shot. She said for comparison it would be as if you took out a loaf of french bread and looked down from one end to the other. So we only get a top-down view. But we do have our baby above giving us a thumbs-up. The circle next to the thumb is her head, which is crazy to me.

The shots above, as you can see from the labels (hopefully), are her arms and fingers. This is the picture that makes me melt the most. With our friend's baby, and with any baby I come across, the one thing I gravitate towards is placing my pinky inside their hand. When I feel their grip clamp down on my finger, there's a certain jolt that shoots through my body of acceptance and needing that is hard to describe. So I imagine doing that with my own daughter for hours on end and not wanting to let her go. So seeing those precious little fingers makes the next few months all the more unbearable to get through.