Oh, poor, neglected second children. Remember when I was pregnant with A? Each time I had an ultrasound, there were pictures posted to my blog, uploaded to my Facebook profile, and emailed to my 25 closest relatives and friends before the ultrasound goo was even off my stomach. Or by the next day at the LATEST.
I'm ashamed to say these photos of our sweet Bumblebee were taken 9 days ago at my ultrasound. In my defense, I was sick with the VERY SERIOUS AND SCARY AND DEADLY SWINE FLU for a week, and then I was/am nurturing A back to health in the days after that, so it's not like I've just been twiddling my thumbs, too busy watching Soap Network to show off baby girl. But still, it's a little sad, and I'll try harder from now on.
Without further ado, Little Miss B, 24 weeks.
Isn't she just the prettiest 24 week old fetus you've ever laid eyes on? That's her umbilical cord she's snuggling up to her chin, which made me spaz out a little because it doesn't seem like something she should be playing with (what if she kinks it? Or wraps it around her head? Or chews it in half with her non-existent teeth?), but the technician rolled her eyes and assured me it's perfectly okay and as good a place as any for the cord to be. Okay.
And here we have the diva pose. "No pictures, I said!"