30 Weeks.

It took more than seven months, but I finally convinced Jason that we needed to get a 3d/4d ultrasound. Because, you know, we can. From the very beginning of the pregnancy he was adamantly against them. He found them sort of scary and alien-esque looking and just plain unnecessary. And even though a part of me agreed with him, I just couldn't resist. I just couldn't wait two more months to see her in person when there was the teeniest, tiniest possibility that I could get a real-life first glimpse.

So yesterday, we chalked up the $100 and scheduled an appointment. And of course our beloved Adelyn--who's made it a habit thus far to do exactly the opposite of what the ultrasound techs were hoping she would do--was still in the breech position and spent the entire 30, expensive minutes with either a hand or foot or umbilical cord over her face. We never got that crisp, clear shot of our daughter en utero. I was disappointed at first--mostly that I'd spent so much time cajoling Jason into it only to spend our afternoon staring at a 3d image of amniotic fluid--but the more that I think about it, I've decided that maybe this is exactly how it was supposed to be. We got the smallest little glimpse of our daughter's face without giving the whole secret away. Or I'm just trying to make excuses for the fact that my impatience got the best of me. But we did get a DVD with a 5 second clip of her yawning, and that was worth the money right there.

And because I forgot to post it--her latest 2d ultrasound photo, from week 29: