Elective 3D Ultrasound

We had our elective ultrasound this morning at 30 weeks and 3 days, and unfortunately, there's no telling who this baby looks like—because he couldn't have been in a worse position. He was in the fetal position, looking at my spine, and if his face wasn't buried in my placenta, his feet, hands, and cord were blocking our view of him.

I'm not gonna lie—I was a little pouty on the way home. I was bummed we'd just spent $95 and the only good picture we got was of our baby's foot. I was sad that I wouldn't have an awesome, clear, blog-worthy image of his face to daydream about and share with the world.

And then I realized how freaking ridiculous I was being. There's a cozy-wozy baby all curled up in a ball in my belly, rubbing his fat little hands and feet all over his face. He was wiggling and kicking and punching, sticking his finger in his nose, and sucking on his hands. What an awesome "problem" for a mama to have. We've come a long, long way.

And now, I present to you a very unblog-worthy ultrasound photo of our chunkalicious baby boy:

 What you can't see is that the cord is supposedly smashing our baby's nose down in this picture. The tech was apparently able to zap through the cord and show us what was under there. Kind of. And she promised me he doesn't have a giant schnoz. It's looked huge in every ultrasound photo we've ever gotten, though, so I'm skeptical. He comes by it rightly. (I adore your nose, Danny, just so we're clear.)

And just for fun, here's my favorite photo of the day:

Sweet little foot. And please note the awesome roly-poly leg that it's attached to. Hello, Mr. Cankles! Adorable.

So there he is! My healthy, uncooperative, perfect little chubs. Lord, I love him.