Sed had to work Christmas Eve. On the bright side, nobody wants to go to the hospital then, so she had some free time and I got to see my baby again.

This time, the sonogram was much clearer. I don't know whether to credit the newer machine or the chief resident operating it. Either way, we had a great view of Margarita totally refusing to comply.



The kid's camera shy. She kept her hands up the entire fifteen minutes we were watching, and no amount of prodding from the doctor would get her to move them. If anything, she pulled them in tighter. Apparently, this isn't a one-time offense -- Sed mentioned that every time they've checked her, Margarita hides her face.

I shouldn't be surprised, really. She's not a girl who aims to please; just the opposite, I'd argue. She also stops kicking as soon as I lay my hands on the belly, trying to feel it for myself.

At least we know the Moya stubbornness gene has carried across. Not that it's surprising either. That part of our family is so pervasive and insistent that I think even Sed has it now.