Harpo is officially halfway cooked today. In celebration, we took him/her for a level 2 ultrasound. (OK, so we were gonna do it anyway, but don't tell him/her, alright?). Other than the tech asking if I was Jen's daughter, everything went fine. The tech clicked away, and we got to see all of Harpo's parts (except THOSE parts--though we were so nervous we forgot to tell her that we didn't want to see them. Luckily she asked). She commented here and there on what she was measuring, but it was pretty much just business for her.
When the doctor came in, however, he pronounced Harpo "great," and looked a little more. He held the wand still, and we got to watch the kid wiggling and arching and kicking all over the place. Apparently Harpo has a future as a swimmer of butterfly. Luckily, that's something this mama can help with.
Phew. One more milestone. One more inch of trust.
Here's Harpo at 20 weeks, weighing in at approximately 13 ounces: