32 Weeks and ... Noses?

I forgot a photo last week. Oops. I blame the pregnancy. (awesome)

But in all seriousness, 32 weeks? How did that happen? It's November already? Tiny will be here... um, soon. Eight weeks -- seven weeks from Friday is the due date, actually. Which is more than a bit freaky. Don't get me wrong, I cannot wait to meet this little person. But... there's still so much that I wanted to do. All sorts of Tiny preparations (still!), and don't forget those long breakfasts on the porch with Eric and tea and a book. And sleeping. We're expected not to sleep in on Saturdays?

But when I look at this, I somehow feel okay with my life being turned upside down:

Our 32-week ultrasound was on Monday. We only got two decent pictures, because Tiny was all, no! you will not see my face! look how cool my hands are! and kept hiding behind his/her hands.

So after the technician had done all her stuff, like looking at Tiny's vertebrae and heart (super cool, by the way. We could see the valves doing their swingy thing, and the microphone let us listen to the heart at the same time.), she told me to roll over on my side and just started prodding my abdomen. Tiny finally wiggled enough to get the good photos. (Then didn't stop wiggling all day, as if offended by all the poking. Mom! I got poked around! Bullies!)

The first thing Eric said when the ultrasound was over and I was back from the bathroom (because they make you drink about a gallon of water, to be completed an hour before the ultrasound... then you can't pee till the thing is over. So ultrasounds are awesome cause you get to see your baby, but they're awful because the whole time, you're thinking oh craps I am going to wet myself if she pushes any harder with that wand thing) was adorable.

"Tiny has your nose."

I'll be honest, I had thought so too. But not so excitedly as Eric.

Observe:

Eric has a great nose. I admit it, I've always been attracted to his nose. My nose, on the other hand, has never been my favorite part of my anatomy. 

So when we found out I was pregnant, after the whole shock thing wore off settled down, I thought to myself, very determinedly,

It had better have Eric's nose.

Let's get some close-ups, just for comparison's sake.

                               

This judgment shouldn't be too difficult.

I mean:

Now, here's Tiny's nose. Again. Just so we can beat this dead horse.

Tiny has a Wendy nose. Not an Eric nose. How did that happen?

Oh, but look at Tiny's little curled fingers under his/her cheek.

(!!!!!!)

And Eric, who is very generous in his affection for my nose, seems quite happy about how resemblances are playing out so far. So I guess I can just get over myself and marvel at the fact that we made this thing and it has pieces of us.

And enjoy my tea while I still can.