Hey, Little Lady

It's hard to describe what I feel when I look at that photo.

That's my pretty little girl. And though I've seen hundreds of ultrasound photos in my life (that's twenty nieces' and nephews' worth of photos), this is completely, 100 percent different. 

We saw our sweet baby's little face on Wednesday, and this is a picture of what we saw. I've never felt anything like it. We watched her heart beat and easily counted all four chambers. We saw the perfect curve of her spine (with no sign of spina bifida). We got a 3D glimpse of her little button nose (we're thinking it's mine) and watched her constantly put her arms up by the sides of her face just like her daddy does when he's sleeping. Ryan held my hand and I saw him differently, too—he's not just my husband anymore. He's her daddy too, and that makes me love him even more.

The ultrasound tech said she was "about 200 percent sure" that our baby is a girl—what a kind baby to make it so clear for us! We listened to her heart beat, saw some images of blood circulation and tried to count toes on her tiny feet (though the ultrasound tech said those tiny feet were actually pretty long). 

In the half hour we spent taking our first peeks at our sweet baby girl, I realized I was already completely wrapped around her teeny, tiny finger. She's a brand new person, and she's coming to Ryan and me. I keep these pictures by our bed and sometimes get teary when I look at them. She's healthy. She's growing. She's perfect. And she's ours.