Scary Sonogram and Gender Prediction Ender

The sonogram technician yesterday said she wouldn't show us a close-up of your face because, basically, right now it's only skin tightly draped over bone, creating quite a skeletal visage. She said lots of people get scared when they see it; so we were okay with that.


But then the Doctor came in to do his sonogram and almost immediately showed us your face! Now, it certainly doesn't look "cute" due to the facts mentioned above, and also because the sonogram is an x-ray-ing device...causing us to see through things that we normally can't see through. The result is that the sonogram looks a bit scary right now!

Almost like the Predator, the Donnie Darko Rabbit or Jack Skellington:

Oh, by the way, no chance you're seeing "Predator" or "Donnie Darko" for a long, long time. But, "Nightmare Before Christmas," we can probably arrange sooner than later.

No matter what celebrity skeleton the sonogram resembles, everyone can agree that you look like your Mother when she's hungry (and angry). Actually, we have no doubt about how cute and precious you're going to be; which is why I can openly share that scary sonogram with you. It's not everyday that someone gets to see their pre-natal skull! Pretty cool!


Now your profile, like the sonogram technician said, is all the proof we need that you're adorable! You've got a little button nose, a tiny teeny ching and a good looking head!

Look at that punum!

SPOILERS BELOW: Don't read on if you don't want to know the baby's gender.

But, of course, your multitude of fans didn't congregate here to marvel at your face. Today, they're much more interested in something below the belt. So, without further adieu (and only a slight qualification (the Doctor said he was 90% sure about this diagnosis)):

YOU'RE A BOY!

Here's the evidence:

And to celebrate, please enjoy this song by, of course, John Lennon, that really aptly sums up what's been going on in both your Mother's and my head since we found out!

Also, proving you're already a leader and not a follower, you totally proved all those Old Wives Tales to be COMPLETELY wrong! Look at you, already a solid Weinstein de-bunker!

James (or Jane) and the Giant Peach

Here we are: week 13! I would think it's safe to say that we are officially in the Second Trimester now. But "The Bump" says that doesn't happen til NEXT week. But, either way, you, my friend, are roughly the size of a PEACH!

This is big news because, well, Peaches are pretty big! This means that soon enough, your Mother will be entering the "definitely showing a baby bump" phase that has thus-far eluded her. (She's still convinced she's in the "lay off the sweets, lady" phase [aka a root beer belly])


But, speaking about size, things are supposedly progressing quite nicely for you in your Mom's belly. You are quickly reaching human proportions: your head is now only about 1/3 the size of your body. That looks a lot more normal than you did a couple weeks ago when your head was the same size as your body!

See? Having a head 1/3 the size of your body looks almost normal. Though, I feel that champagne flute will be useless to someone with those proportions.

Something else is happening to you this week, and I gotta say, it's gonna make a world of difference for you down the line. According to sources, this week, your intestines are making a strategic move. They're relocating from the umbilical cord (which you don't get to keep) into your tummy! I think you'll really be pleased with this change; your intestines can serve you a lot better inside your tummy than housed in a weird-looking tube hooked up to your belly button. And trust me, as a Weinstein, you'll be using those intestines!

Speaking of the old intestines, your Mom's nausea has almost gone all away! But she still is not hungry for a lot of food. She is, however, hungry for a little bit of food about 76 times a day. If you're an old wife (like Mimi or Nannah (which is the decided-upon name for Nita!)), then you might use this eating-pattern information to predict your gender.

Of course, we already discussed the speed of the heartbeat indicating that you might be a girl (based on nothing but fiction, of course).

But, the other old wives tale that says that women pregnant with boys can't stop eating and never get full; women pregnant with girls eat more like birds, picking only what they want, eating little amounts frequently and having their mothers regurgitating that food into their mouths (or something like that). Well, your mother is quite peckish, and gets full pretty easily. So that would also indicate "girl!" But, my co-worker had two baby boys and was also peckish with her eating habits during pregnancy.

So there you go. Another gender prediction busted! So, as for now we don't know if you're Jane or James (neither are names we're considering). But, we do know that you are one cute peach!

Heart and Soul

Boo! Your Mother and I misunderstood the Doctor last time. There was no photo shoot today- no sonogram, no pictures for the fridge (or blog (or the fridge's blog)). I guess now's as good of a time as any to find out that your Mother and I are not perfect. But, to be honest, it was Holly's fault; I am perfect. The end.

Moving right along, though, today's Doctor's appointment wasn't a complete bust. We got to hear your heart beat loud and clear again. Dr. Hagood jelled up this device that was about the size of an old school Walkman (I'll show you one of those in a museum one day) and put it to your Mom's belly...and out from the speaker came your heart beat:

Woosh woosh woosh woosh.

An antique.

It was really great to hear the old ticker again! It sounded strong. Dr. Hagood said "that's a good sound." Your mother replied, "I like that sound." It was a really cool moment.

Hearing your heart lifted my heart this morning. Yeah, that's the signature Weinstein sappiness, which you should probably get used to.

The device used to hear your heart: a "Doppler".

The device instantaneously counted how many beats per minute your heart was pumping out and the result is (drum roll please) 160 beats per minute.

This is pretty fast for a baby, but definitely within the normal range. But, there's an old wive's tale that says fast heart beat means the baby is a girl; slower heart beat means the baby is a boy. But, this is not scientifically proven. Not even the National Enquirer thinks that's true. So let's just let the theorists and predicters think what they will of these 160 bpm.

Officially, let's still say there's a good chance you will either be a boy or a girl!

Since you probably don't have a built-in metronome (unless the future turned out to be pretty lame), here's what 160 bpm sounds like.

Listen for the ticker...not the piano...



Actually, your heart was beating a bit faster than that! And it sounded really good.

Now if only we could figure out how to get a piano in there...