My Soldier Son sent me a copy of an ultrasound taken of my first grandbaby. So this is my first picture of my first grandbaby.

Grandbaby

Grandbaby

This is the photo taken of the sweet little one a month ago. They went back to the doctor the other day and still can’t tell the baby’s gender. In the photo above, the little one had just taken his or her thumb out of his or her mouth when the photo was taken. So you can see his or her little fist.

One thing I’ve noticed about German doctors is that they won’t confirm anything until there is absolutely no doubt about it. They wouldn’t confirm my daughter-in-law was pregnant until she had reached a certain point in her pregnancy, in spite of her repeatedly having positive pregnancy test. Now they won’t confirm whether or not its a boy or a girl. I’m suspecting that they’ve seen enough of these ultrasounds to have a good idea of which it is, but they seem to prefer to not say anything until there is no question at all.

The baby seems like he’s reclining there quite comfortably allowing his mama to meet his every need … which makes me think its probably a male (JUST KIDDING!).

I’m amazed at the level of definition in the photo. When I was pregnant they did one ultrasound during the pregnancy and you couldn’t tell a thing from it. Apparently now they do one at every visit.

Baby is developing well according to the doctor. I’m sure he meant extraordinarily well, but they have to remain unbiased. I’m very surprised at how fond I am of a little creature I’ve never seen except in the photo above. Once I got my mind wrapped around the idea of being a grandparent, I have found myself thinking about the little thing and having very protective and warm feelings towards the baby. That seems strange considering that she/he hasn’t even been born yet.

I think he or she looks just like my son, only German. Ha!