That hair. Memories of our pregnancy.

There’s this one memory from my first pregnancy that will stick with me forever. We had an ultrasound at around 35 weeks (I had a high risk pregnancy). The room was dark, per the usual, it was quiet, I was tired, my husband was sitting across the room watching the screen. The sonographer moved the thingie thing (I don’t know) over my belly, and I saw our girl dancing around as much as she could, with her limited space. Her back was to us. The sonographer said, “Can you see her hair? Looks like she has a lot of hair.” And I watched as she moved, these little wisps of hair around her head, so much hair. Born with a mop of hair, and natural highlights. Our perfect baby.