During the follow-up 20-week ultrasound, Ninja Baby proved that personalities are also genetic... This kid may turn out to be just as cheeky as Big Sister.
Figure 1: Ninja Baby flashes a peace sign. ('Cause.... dude.)
Figure 2: Ninja Baby waves while hiding the elusive fibula/fibula. I'm convinced it was a mocking wave.
Figure 3: Ninja Baby full-on kicks my bladder. With two feet. On camera, on a day when I was forced to drink too much water then not pee for eons. Eek.
Figure 4: Ninja Baby laughs about the fact that Steve's Hobbit-feet are genetic.
All is well - Baby is healthy, and is happily using my internal organs as punching bags on a regular basis. Frances is also getting more and more excited - I'm fairly certain that she has no idea what she's in for, but we're doing what we can to give her a heads-up. And I am well - this middle bit of pregnancy is tolerable and I have a little bit before it becomes 3rd-trimester horrific. *s*
(This pregnancy is... so different. Or rather, I am so different. It feels like everything has changed since I was pregnant in 2009 and, well... it's feeling a bit surreal right now. I am stoked. Just... It feels like I'm going to have to rediscover who I am again after this phase. And, well... I'm getting there.)