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4D ultra sound



Quick update! 
SO yesterday was my doctor visit.. I was 24th week pregnant and he decided to do an ultra sound. It seems he has this cool machine that can easily switch between 2D and 4D. Of course, I am more interested in 4D cos it's more real. 
This time, mr D recorded our entire checking with his iPhone so I can watch it later at home. :D 

First thing first, the doctor checked my baby's heartbeat.. OK. And the he measured the rest. Everything is normal. My baby weigh about 605 grams. BUT the doctor suddenly doubted about its gender.
He convinced me last month that our baby is 200% boy. And after he did the ultra sound, he said, "congrats Ma'am you have a beautiful baby." I was like, Whaaa?! Mr.D and I been calling our baby with boy's nickname throughout this time. Whoa. And then we redo the test, and guess what he said? Just come back in one month and we'll reveal its truest gender, but he said it might be a boy. Geez. 

I'd feel sorry if the baby turned out to be a girl, because not only we called him with a boy's name, but we treated it like a boy too. We always include our baby in the conversation, so it feels awkward if it actually a girl. To make sure, tomorrow we'll do another check at dr. Bobby. Known as ultra sound specialty with 0 miss. I'm sooo looking forward to the appointment and I'll update it a.s.a.p :)

Anyway, here's the short video. Actually it's an 4 minutes video, but I shorten it to my favorite part.


Look how on 00:18 the baby's left hand formed "metal" sign. LOL. 


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Demetrius said…
Amazing video! *LOL*

Innocent baby ;)
May 16, 2013 at 3:31 AM
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