On Wednesday, Lane was so far down that there was no moving him...he had found his nook and was staying there. We tried everything to get our little man to move. From chocolate kisses and tootsie rolls, to calisthenics. He just wasn't having any part of it. For a half hour we stared intensely at the screen before us, waiting and waiting for the slightest movement...heck, we would have taken anything at that moment. But no. 'Difficult' is the little man in the womb;)
So with our heads hung as though we had just lost the Gold, having been defeated by the 29 week old in my tummy, Shane and I went our separate ways for the day (Shane home to work on our BBQ and I to my classroom to begin preps for Monday's fresh batch of Kindergartners). We left with high hopes that Friday would be a new day and a new position. I went and drowned my sorrows with a McGriddle and OJ from Mcdonalds...I needed breakfast anyhow.
Friday couldn't have come slower...it seemed light years away after the disappointment we experienced Wednesday. But I must say, it was surely worth the wait. We had full cooperation from our little man on the inside. Shane had missed out on our last ultrasound/sonogram due to an academy he was in, he couldn't believe how much Lane has grown. He said he could have sat there all day watching his little guy and I couldn't agree more. We were all smiles throughout the appointment...and when I say all, that includes our little man too:)
Check out this cheese for the camera!
Keeping a watchful eye.
We had no idea that babies opened their eyes while inside
Can you spot the birdie in this next photo?
This picture has Matzen written all over it!
He is just like his uncle Larry:)