Week 20: A nifty ultrasound and a distinct lack of fruit

So here we are in week 20, the halfway point, the bit where I should be posing with some pretty hefty fruit -- this week was to have been cantaloupe.  There were a few factors that got in the way of our semi-weekly fruit-and-bump photo shoot: (1) a distinct lack of ripe melons in the market, (2) a packed schedule with my mom visiting and a few important family activities planned, and (3) as it turns out, melon can kill you.  What?!  Yeah - how 'bout that craziness? We'll be back with pictures in a few weeks.  I think that papaya is coming up -- although a nurse told me that I should avoid papaya unless I know that it is 100% ripened, as there is some research to show that unripe papaya can lead to premature labor.  So, maybe I'll pose with a papaya and let Z eat it, because I am a papaya-plebe and would have no idea if the fruit I was eating was ripe or not.  I hang my head in shame.
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I am apparently looking more and more pregnant, and more of my clients at work have felt the need to address my newly protruding belly.  Mostly people come right out and ask if I'm pregnant or expecting, although I've had a few doozies, most notably:

      *(from a co-worker) Now that you're (points at belly area) not sexy anymore, you shouldn't walk through that room.
      *What's going on .... (stares at my belly) there?
      *Wow. You're getting bigger.  (In her defense, this client knew that I was pregnant already.  But, really, when is it ok to tell a woman that she's getting bigger?)
     *Are you ... (stares at my belly) fuller figured?

While I'm happy that these people are taking a positive interest in me, it reminds me of a bit of wisdom that I picked up back when I was knee high to a grasshopper: Never ask a woman if she is pregnant/when she is due unless the baby is crowning. 
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We had our ultrasound/anatomy scan on Tuesday and everything was perfect.  This was the first time that Z had a chance to see that our little Blobby had gone beyond Bean stage and had achieved Monkey-Bean stage.  Seriously, it looks like a little monkey-creature dancing around in there.  Z and my mom were also able to hear the heartbeat/doppler woosh-woosh.  Man, technology is pretty fantastic.

Here are a few of the photos from our scan.  I have to say that I used to believe that the 3D renderings were creepy (and as a side-note, the hospital where we had our scan calls them 4D images. What does that even mean??) until I saw my own little Monkey-Bean render.  Man, it's just about the cutest most fantastic thing I've ever seen.  That's my Monkey-Bean!

Here is the traditional ultrasound, with Monkey-Bean waving a hand around:

Is s/he taking after me and shaking a fist in the air?

And here is a tiny Monkey-foot:

Toesies!

Here is the first 3D.  Be prepared to marvel at the cuteness.

My heart is melting...

 And finally, proof that this is my child, Monkey-Bean has grown tired of being photographed and is trying to hide from the ultrasound:

Go 'way!