I went to the doctor yesterday for the 14-ish week check-up on Tater. There was a little wait so I had a little fun. I'm sure that when he/she sees pictures he/she will judge and wonder, "WHY IS MY MOM SO WEIRD?!" Well, Tate, have no fear, you'll be just as weird, God willing.
So I was hoping to find out the sex of the baby, alas, baby was too wiggly to see and wasn't very cooperative. I guess this means it's mine? Anyway... everything is absolutely perfect. No chromosomal issues, great heart rate (168 - still in girl territory!), and bigger than we thought. We're back to the original dating so as of today I'm 14 weeks, 1 day.
Now, I know we call the baby "Tater" or "Tater Tot" but Brian prefers "Batman" because of our first ultrasound; however, after seeing it yesterday I'm pretty sure it's none of those. This baby currently looks like it's either A) wearing a Mexican wrestling mask or B) the baby from "American Horror Story". If you don't believe me, check out the picture below. Not even joking, SO creepy.
Oddly enough, this baby also looks absolutely normal. NORMAL?! I know, I know, no baby of mine and Brian's should/could be normal, but it's true. Check out the picture below for proof. It's a profile shot and pretty adorable, but I'm biased.
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All in all, we're both great. We'll find out the sex on January 16th and then everyone can finally start buying things! The Aldrich house is on the same page regarding the baby. We just want it to be happy. Yes, we would also love a healthy baby but I read an article by the mom whose daughter was severely handicapped and she brought up a valid point: "Would you not love your child just the same with a handicap as without?". Smart lady, I say. More to come soon and I swear, one day when I decide to put make up, get dressed, and comb my hair all in the same day, I WILL take a photo.