These are a bit rough, but you get what you pay for. Wait! I payed a lot of money for these. Oh well 🙂 Here’s Evy’s ultrasound pics.
You’ll note these are just face shots, but we only got glamour shots done. Plus, full body shots potentially could get me in trouble for posting naughty pictures of children, which I can’t afford to do.
Sorry for the darkness, but I couldn’t really get it to clean up without a lot more time and effort put in.
Last time I may or may not have mentioned that Evy had a cyst in her brain when we had the ultrasound. The Doctor and ultrasoundographer (is that a word) both assured us that it would be nothing… and they were right. Evy is doing well and her face and body are forming fantastically – we’re excited to have a healthy, if not overly wiggly, baby coming.
Just thought you’d like to know.
Oh, and I still have to set my scanner up so I can scan in the images they gave us.
This morning Abby crawled into bed with us and wanted all three of us to snuggle together. As we cuddled and Abby rambled on about something cute, but slightly incoherent, I thought about how my family will change come Evy’s arrival. It’s quite an honor to be a father, and its also quite an honor to be the father of two girls. What an amazing blessing to be married to Jessica as well.
I’m blessed.
When we went in this morning for the sonogram we were stunned by the cool 3 dimensional sonograms that they were able to do with General Electric’s technology. There, in contoured detail, was my little girl. I squeazed Jessica’s hand because I think both of us were stunned as we watched not just a black and white bunch of blobs and lines but a real life baby. Sure, when we had Abby’s black and white sonogram it was just as exciting, but the dimensional detail was a neat difference. I will post scans soon… I have to get the scanner unpacked 🙂
Our new baby is (going to be?) a girl. She’s not born yet, or course, but she’ll be arriving some time towards the end of October if all goes well. Her name will be Evelyn Hope Peterman or ‘Evy’ for short. If you think of it, pray for her, she’s got a little tiny cyst on her brain right now that the Dr. says will most likely go away before she’s born. We’re not worried because she’s God’s baby in the first place and He’ll take care of her. Evelyn means “lively and pleasant”, and Hope… well, if you’ve not got hope figured out then you’re hosed.
She’s going to be smaller than Abby coming out (most likely) and we’re afraid that she’ll be quieter as well, since she hasn’t kicked and wiggled as much as Abby was by now. Ha! Afraid she’ll be quiet… yeah right!
Jessica scared the crud out of me this morning as we were walking out from the restaurant after eating lunch: she mentioned periods, sharing bathrooms and other girl things like clothes. I told my buddy Tony: I’m going to have to bypass the shotgun and move straight to a bazooka.