Our Christmas this year was one of the best I can recall. MG is old enough to ask with hopeful expectations for a new present and to wishfully imagine all of the “big gifts” have her name on them. She joins us in the advent activities and anxiously counts down the days until it’s time for the grand finale.
Bea did her part in not un-decorating our Christmas tree or opening the presents prematurely. Ah, progress.
(Night before. Smiles were big, sleep was minimal)
One of the best gifts we received as a family was the news of a healthy baby growing properly, inside my 19 week (then) belly.
Three years ago, we were doing the exact same thing for Bea, but this time it was much more peaceful considering we already knew the gender.
The hospital wing was quiet when we arrived around 9:00am, and I appreciated the lack of crowds that seemed to be congregating everywhere else this time of year.
We didn’t have to wait very long before the nicest ultrasound tech we’ve ever had (i.e. No ice queen or grumps), called us back.
The first thing she asked was if we wanted to know gender or if we already knew. I said we knew but wanted to confirm. Right away she said, oh if you found out by blood test, it’s right!
It was a good thing we already knew too because the baby was very wiggly everywhere except her perfectly posed Indian-style legs. The tech was able to confirm it was a girl at two seperately points but I have no idea how she did it!
She did kept commenting on how active the baby was (being that it was hard to take measurements), which made me feel a little insecure….I mean doesn’t she see babies like this all day every day? She made up for it later by saying how beautiful and cute she was (based on the grainy profile picture) which I know means nothing but everything to me. (Like I said, best ultrasound tech ever!)
My gut tells me that this baby resembles MG the most, as she seemed to have the same defined chin and button nose, but only time will tell, of course.
My gut also proved accurate as the baby once again measured a week ahead, as did my stomach. MG always measured small (and came late), Bea always measured right on (and came on her due date), so I guess there is something to those theories.
We spent some time with N’s family, opening gifts and eating holiday themed food. Then we drove down south and did the same with mine. Definitely a different year, trying to find our new normal without my grandparents, but we did our best to create some new memories and honor their memory by talking about them a lot.
MG with her second cousins
Some other special memories from this past week:
Seeing the nutcracker ballet with my tiny dancer
Making (ugly, messy, but delicious) Christmas cookies with the girls
Watching MG shine in her angel performance at her preschool Christmas program.
Having my old hometown friends spoil me and two other pregnant girls with a night out and third-baby gifts
When we first met 4 years ago, we were all on our first child and desperate to get out of the house once a week for adult face time. Now several of us have moved, some have rejoined the workforce and between us there are 22 kids! They were a lifeline for me in those early days and bring back some sweet memories of just MG and me, and then watching as slowly we began growing and adding to our group.
I made these knotted baby granny gowns yesterday for the other two (both having boys) in a furious afternoon whim. Now that Christmas is over, I’m getting the bug to sew for Mayby all over again
Enjoy your last few days of the year. I’m not quite ready to say goodbye yet, but I’ll be spending the next few days reflecting on the good and bad of this year so I can enter into 2016 well.