Sonogram Pictures

The Big Reveal

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A beautiful spine

We tried to find out your gender a week ago and we were all excited to tell our family and friends. We were getting ready to see my parents the next day and were planning a perfect way to surprise them with the announcement in person. But then you moved around too much for the doctor to be able to see and we were left waiting for another week.

We were a little bit disappointed, but then I realized that it just gave us another week with something to look forward to.

This morning we went to St. Luke’s Roosevelt Hospital for the anatomy ultrasound and after a few anxious moments, we found out that you’re no longer just our little baby. You’re our little baby girl!

Looks like you have mommy's nose

Mommy has been thinking all along that you would be a girl. I don’t know if it’s because she wanted a girl, or if it’s because of all the old wives’ tales or if it was just a mother-daughter connection, but she was sure of it all along. The only moment of hesitation was last night when she had a clear-as-day dream that you were a boy. But I immediately dismissed that because when your cousin Gavin was about to be born, mommy had a dream that he would be an Asian genius.

As for me, I’ve been completely split about whether I wanted a boy or a girl first. Part of me wanted a boy because I think that’s what all guys want first. A boy as the oldest child can protect his younger sister(s). But part of me wanted a girl because there aren’t any other granddaughters in the family. If you were a boy, you would be the fourth one on the Barnes side.

Once I found out that you are a girl, however, I was ecstatic. You’re daddy’s little girl and I can’t wait to raise you and teach you all about life and Michigan football and boys and everything else.

Obviously, since I’ve never been in this position before, I can’t speak from experience, but it seems that there’s something more special to a father about a daughter than a son. I like the way that the politician and writer from the 1600-1700s, Joseph Addison, put it: “Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters, there is something which there are no words to express.”

No words to express, and yet here I am trying to write about what it will be like to raise you. I know that a young girl is so delicate and precious and it’s a huge responsibility as a father to raise her in a way that allows her to flourish. While it’s a huge responsibility, I can’t wait to dive in and take on that responsibility head-first.

There are those kicking legs

A part of me is reflecting on the kind of world I’m bringing you into. A world in which terrorism has forever changed the way we go about our daily lives. A world in which millions of people are struggling to find jobs and hold onto their homes. A world in which our president cares more about his own celebrity than the safety and well-being of our country. And yet, with all of the peril we face right now, I can’t wait until you’re born so I can show you all of the beautiful parts of life.

In what I think should be one of the top albums of 2010, the Arcade Fire sings, “So can you understand why I want a daughter while I’m still young? I wanna hold her hand and show her some beauty before all this damage is done…”

That’s how I feel right now. I can’t wait to show you the sunrise or the ocean. I can’t wait to teach you how to love and to dance with you at your wedding. And above all, I can’t wait to be your dad.

Pablo Gives us a Wave

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The 12 week pregnancy post is a little bit delayed and will probably be posted in the next day or two due to my being in Buffalo all weekend. However, to kick off the 12th week, we do have a nice surprise for today…more pictures!

We decided to go back to the doctor today to get everything checked out again because we had a few concerns. Thankfully, the doctor said everything looks great and healthy with no complications.

We were really happy to be able to get another look at the little one, who we are now affectionately calling Pablo. Yeah, that’s right, Pablo (more on that in a minute).

We saw it moving and heard the heartbeat again (Carrie said it was a fast heartbeat, which usually means it’s a girl…is that true?). It was moving both legs and arms and the doctor said it’s about three-and-a-half inches long, which is three times bigger than it was two weeks ago in the first ultrasound! That’s amazing that it can triple in size in two weeks.

The best part of the visit was when it gave us a wave (left). We were excited to see all five fingers and I’m pretty sure I even saw it give a thumbs up for Michigan’s win over Notre Dame on Saturday.

You can’t really tell in these pictures, but from the way it was moving, it’s legs look really long. I’m convinced it’s going to be a 6’5″ receiver in about 18 years.

The other really cool thing is that you can see the facial features…eyes, nose, mouth and ears already and it’s only been around for 12 weeks!

Now onto the Pablo story. It has nothing to do with the national immigration debate (although maybe fitting, since I was born in Arizona) and everything to do with food.

Carrie’s first real pregnancy craving has been tacos. We make them all the time (and no I’m not talking about Taco Bell; I’m talking real tacos with doubled-up corn tortillas, fresh cilantro, lime, etc), which is fine for me, since I like tacos too, and our neighborhood is all Dominican, so the grocery store on the corner sells pretty much all hispanic food.

The inspiration for the baby-in-womb name...doesn't that make you hungry?

A couple weeks ago when Carrie’s cousin Travis was in town, we made amazing shredded pork tacos and when Carrie went to bed that night she couldn’t sleep because she wanted more tacos. She woke up and wanted more tacos. Pretty much all she could think about was tacos, so we decided the baby must like tacos, and therefore, should have a Mexican name (in the womb). So we settled on Pablo.

I’m not really sure why that was the one that stuck out, but it also fits since one of the best players on my favorite baseball team, the San Francisco Giants, is Pablo Sandoval. That also means the baby’s nickname is the Kung Fu Panda, since that’s Pablo Sandoval’s nickname.

So anyway, we are excited to end the first trimester and move onto the second. I know Carrie is for sure, since everyone says the morning sickness and constant tiredness get better in the second trimester. Stay tuned for the next pregnancy pic and note to the baby in a day or two. Time to go make some tacos.

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