Well that's.....new.

So, it turns out that Poppy isn't so much a Poppy as a Poppi.
Seems my little girl has an extra part.

And he is NOT shy about showing it off! If I didn't want to know what I was having, I would now, regardless. there was simply no mistaking what was on the ultrasound screen. The little man, who will thus forth be known as "Nutter" (I will explain later), was happy to show us the goods whenever the wand was anywhere near his legs. Whenever the ultrasound wand was near his face, he covered his face with his hands. Apparently he's only partially camera shy. I love him already!

Everything looks great, according to the U/S tech. Unfortunately, the doctor wasn't there so we don't know everything yet, but she did say that she'd tell me if there appeared to be a problem. So, I'm going with the idea what everything is OK. Except for one minor setback....
Our little Nutter was NOT very cooperative when it was time to get a good look at his heart. The good news is that because we couldn't get all the views we needed, I get to see my little man on December 10th again.

The bad news is that crazy girl (Hi! That would be me!) is going to obsess over it for the next two weeks. Maybe there was a problem and she didn't want to tell me. Maybe there is a problem she couldn't see. Who knows? Rational girl (um, anyone see her? Bueller?) knows that everything is probably fine. We've had a million ultrasounds and a lot tests all pointing to the fact that our little Nutter is just fine. So do I still worry over every little thing?

But I'm trying to put that out of my mind. Because if I start, the list of crazy gets longer and longer.
And longer.
As an example. I hate to fly. Hate it. And we're going to Florida on Sunday. And if I let my imagination run crazy, I can come up with at least 15 reasons the plane will crash and I'll meet a fiery death after spending 10 agonizing minutes knowing the plane is going down.
See? This is not rational. Whenever something good happens, I'm convinced that on the other side of that coin is something terrible. So terrible the bad is worse than the best good.

So really, it's best not to even get going there. Instead, let's talk about how Nutter got his name.

A few years ago (this is so funny, given all we've been through), the HG and I had a condom malfunction (Dear Trojan, can we get a refund on all the money we spent on condoms??). We decided we'd just let nature take it's course and if I ended up pregnant, that would be fine. Bad timing, but fine. Good times. Anyway, I asked him what he thought we should name the baby, if one should appear. "Fluffy". Leave it to a man.

Clearly we didn't end up with a Fluffy, but Fluffy became the name we used when we discussed all of our future children. After a while, it occurred to me that Fluffy, sort of like Poppy, was a rather girly name. We needed a boy name as well. And what goes better with Fluff than peanut butter? But "Peanut" and "Butter" seemed sort of silly. Besides, Fluff + Peanut Butter on bread=Fluffer Nutter. And thus, Nutter was born. We're not normal. I'm fine with that.

But for the past three years, we have been discussing Nutter at length. Sometimes Nutter ends up as a Pro Baseball player. And sadly, sometimes poor Nutter ends up on the short bus. Hey, you have to be realistic. But now that Nutter is a reality, I'm quite certain he'll be an All Star catcher. You should see this kids thighs. He's well prepared for squatting all day.

In addition to his already beefy thighs, our little man weighs just over half a pound. I'm so proud of our little man! Average for the end of 17 weeks is between 5 and 7 ounces. Our little Nutter is a beefy 8 ounces. Sadly, I think most of that weight is coming from his larger than average head. Yeah. That'll be fun. Thanks HG for passing THAT lovely trait to your son.

But all in all, the little Nutter looks good. His heartbeat was nice and strong and he has 10 fingers, 10 toes, 2 arms, and 2 legs. We saw his little kidneys, bladder, and liver. He has all his parts! Not to mention the cutest little baby bum ever. He had the hiccups and was practicing his swallowing. **Swoon** I just can't wait to meet my little man.
(Um, Nutter, just so I'm clear, I can't wait to meet you in APRIL. Feel free to hang out in there for a few more months.)

I'm not sure I'll ever be over the shock that my "little girl" has an extra part, though! I'm THRILLED he's a boy. But just flat out shocked! I can't wait to tell him his first name was Molly. His therapist will love that.