the newest pulsipher

Yesterday Ashley and I went to the hospital for an advanced ultrasound. The previous ones had kind of been peekaboo shots, couldn't really tell what was going on - although the one thing I was confident that I saw was a fine pair of butt cheaks. That, and the glorious organ that makes boys boys.

Although, after our first ultrasound the doc was giving us an 85% chance it was a boy. So the remaining 15% still lurked out there - was it going to be Barbies or GI Joes? The subsequent two ultrasounds (yesterday included) confirmed that it will be a boy.

It was a very long appointment, and I wasn't the one getting jabbed with a baton. The doctor (?) who was doing the ultrasound was pretty content to just go to work in silence, as if we weren't interested in what she was doing at all. We kind of had to ask questions about what she was looking at - and her thick accent made deciphering what we were looking at even more difficult.

Highlights included some nice shots of the femur (4cm), heart, umbilical cord, feet, and of course his little face (pictured).

I would guess that the whole process took nearly an hour. She was taking a lot of measurements. Both Ashley and I were somewhat confused by the way she slapped the computer monitor. The doctor was kind of funny, because she didn't really come off as all that personable, yet she went to some effort to type out a message on the picture - "hi mom and dad" - a message from our son.

I'm glad she took the liberty to speak on behalf of our son - if I could speak for him I'd say "hey mom, when are we going to go for another round of cheeseburgers? Also, will you please make some more cookie dough so I can eat it raw? Thanks a million mom. I owe you one."