I had to jump around and dance and sing to get the little one to move. She stubbornly had kept her legs crossed for most of the ultrasound, but I guess the dancing did it at the end, and she finally cooperated. It feels really surreal thinking of not just a - general baby - but a little girl. A tiny woman to be.
I can feel her moving, soft little movements, very gentle at the moment. I'm told I should enjoy that while it lasts. The whole thing is so incredibly quick. So fleeting. She will keep growing this rapidly for so long. This little mango (see size chart below, it's cute but incredibly vague) will turn into someone my size or bigger. She might have size 9 shoes! Or be tall! She might not like music at all. I've been imagining a boy all this time. I am glad to have some time to let the idea of a girl sink in. Someone my gender.
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