Jan. 11, 2010
What a crazy experience it was to see inside my wife's belly! Our first looks at our new baby boy, of course, came with a lot of questions. Michelle's were particular good at times.
(having already seen the picture on your left...) Michelle: "So, are you sure it's a boy?"
(and then later on...) Michelle: "And you're sure there's only one in there, right?"
I think Mic was secretly wanting to have twin girls, for she is never one to be shown up, and her best friend Amanda had twin girls a couple of years ago. Of course, we're thrilled with Carter (especially me, first born son and all that...) but I know Michelle, and the cute-and-cuddly factor of both her and Amanda having adorable little girls would be right up her dorky alley. They probably would've dressed all FOUR of them alike just for kicks.
But as you can plainly see, we've got a boy! Carter is growing at the exact rate he should and his heart beat is right on target. There's not much more you can ask for at this stage in the game. I know Michelle is getting to know him very well, as he kicks and pokes and topples around. Last night we were watching an episode of Dexter and Michelle exclaims, "Holy crap!", grabs my hand, and places it on her belly. Carter is kicking like mad! He is a mover and shaker, but usually when I go to feel it, he calms down (kicks are reserved for Mommy, apparently...). But nope, he was still swinging away. My guess is it could've been the show. He was either telling us to stop watching something so intense in his presence... or he was telling us to turn it up.
If he's any son of mine, it was the latter.