Friday Favorites: Ultrasounds!

Introducing....Elias Paul Robinson! These are his feet. Don't be worried if you can't see them. They are really there.

This is a profile.

Another profile with arm over chest.

And this is his boyness. It's easier to see if you pretend you are looking up from underneath.

Ultrasound Lady: Do you have a sense of humor?

Us: Yes! (at this point we still didn't know the sex)

Ultrasound Lady: Well, there is his penis and right nxt to it you can see his hand.

Overall, it was a very good experience for both of us. Paul considers a good experience at the doctor's office one where he remains concious the entire time. We were both really impressed with how much we could see, the four chambers of the heart, important arteries, bladder, kidneys, brain. It looks like we have a very healthy baby boy! The technician gave us a 95% certainty, which is the highest she will go. She even showed us a testicle, so we are pretty much buying boy stuff.

Thank you for praying for a healthy baby!

IT'S A BOY!
stay tuned for pictures tomorrow...

3 1/2 hours until the ultrasound!!!!

Remember When?

In December of 2003 I started blogging. I was a substitute teacher for Portland Public Schools. It was quite a year. I found this quote from my early blogging days and I am going to repost it here. I get pretty sentimental when I think about leaving teaching to be a stay at home mom. It's a hard thing. I love my job.


epitaph for a newt

Kindergarten classrooms are often chaotic. On one such chaotic day in one such chaotic classroom a newt was killed, but not intentionally. I'm almost sure that if those PETA people knew what went on in kindergarten to classroom pets they would be picketing every elementary school in the country.

"Teacher! (frantically) The newt is stuck!!!" (visualize other children also screaming and jumping up and down in the background) Indeed, the newt was stuck. It's head was stuck in the lid of the aquarium almost as if in the act of putting the newt back into the aquarium someone had closed the lid too early. It's head was inside the aquarium and the rest of it's totally stiff and terrified body was outside."OK", I said, "I'll open the lid and you catch the newt." I assigned the roles this way because I don't like to touch dead newts. The catch was successful.
Me to the class - "Sometimes when a newt gets hurt he doesn't like to be touched or petted for a long time so we are going to leave the newt alone during choice time." I said this as if the newt was alive. This is the nice thing about being a substitute, the real teacher can break the bad news tomorrow. I just have to break the news to her...


I remember talking to the teacher later and her refering to the newt as "the newt with nine lives". Apparently they are very resilient. I'm not sure if the newt lived through the aforementioned episode. Was it a noble death? I think so. Goodbye newt.

Is it a boy? Is it a girl?

I can hardly wait. We have our big ultrasound on Thursday afternoon. Of course, I am preparing myself for the fact that baby could hide, but last visit the doctor said it was very active so I have my fingers crossed. This is the first time Paul has come with me to the doctor's office, mostly because doctor's offices really creep him out (and hospitals too, but we'll deal with that later). So I'm really hoping that this is a good experience for him. Two of my fellow bloggers have made BIG discoveries recently at thier ultrasound (check out dance by the light and linhart live) so that makes it harder to wait. Pray for a healthy baby!