I had an ultrasound yesterday to check the position of the placenta, which had been low earlier in my pregnancy. Everything's fine on that front, which is good news (it can cause problems during delivery if it's low). Tom and I decided to bring Henry along for a glimpse at the new baby, in the hopes that it would help him make a stronger connection between our baby talk and baby reality. Henry was very positive about the whole experience, but I have to say, it wasn't much of a show. Occasionally you can discern a distinct body part within the squishy image, but for the most part, an ultrasound at 37 weeks is more like a Rorschach Test than a baby viewing ("I see a foot. What do you see?" "That looks like the nose to me." Hmmm.). Since Henry is so into dinosaur fossils right now, he was excited to view the baby's spine and femur. Not exactly the "a-ha!" moment we were looking for, but it was still worthwhile to bring him along.
I really enjoyed everyone's comments about how older kids react to a new sibling. We've been pumping up the "you'll be such a great big brother" angle and using the "what a lucky baby" line to good effect. I still assume we'll experience some rocky moments, but Henry's talk about the baby has become a bit more positive of late. It's been several weeks since he's said anything about eating the baby, which came up a few times in the past. That has to count as progress.
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