I have, and I must say it's a surprisingly pleasant experience.
You see, we had our 20 week ultrasound today (even though I'm 19 weeks and 4 days), and our brilliant ultrasound technician was using her magic wand to determine the condition of our little bundle. After checking the heart rate and measuring the belly (and before doing all of the important medical stuff), she moved her wand around to get a little peak below (or in this case above, as he was "head down"). Well, it's a boy! As a matter of fact, it's so a boy that if for some reason this child came out with different parts, the office would have to return the machine for one doesn't detect imaginary appendages, the technician might be out of a job, or my child may the be greatest prankster of all time - capable of placing a hand or something else so perfectly as to trick us into thinking she had something that wasn't there... Nah! The technician would've caught the bones in the hand. Okay, so it's a boy.
Actually, I have to comment that it's just so funny how we get all excited to take a peak at parts that we are eventually determined to have private. I also think it's funny to compare the girl ultrasound to the boy ultrasound. When it's a girl, the technician has to point out these little lines to you, and you stare for a long time and think to yourself, "Okay, I guess. I mean, I think that makes sense." When you are having a boy, however, all the technician needs to do is give you a bottom view, and you feel a little embarrassed for the poor kid!
On a more important note (but a little less interesting, I know), he is looking healthy and well developed so far. The heart, spine, legs, head circumference, brain cortex, stomach, lips, fluid level, and heart rate all look lovely. So, thus far, we've nothing to worry about (or at least nothing we could doing anything about). And I must say that his profile and cheek bones look as lovely and tall as one would expect from a child of mine and David's. Let's just hope that these cute little monkeys of ours don't hate us for their noses and cheeks by the time they're 18! I fear that adolescence may be as unkind to them as it was to me.
Here's hoping you are all well and feeling grateful for your noses, cheekbones, hearts, spines, brain cortex's, head circumferences, stomachs, lips, and other, uh,unmentionable parts.
You see, we had our 20 week ultrasound today (even though I'm 19 weeks and 4 days), and our brilliant ultrasound technician was using her magic wand to determine the condition of our little bundle. After checking the heart rate and measuring the belly (and before doing all of the important medical stuff), she moved her wand around to get a little peak below (or in this case above, as he was "head down"). Well, it's a boy! As a matter of fact, it's so a boy that if for some reason this child came out with different parts, the office would have to return the machine for one doesn't detect imaginary appendages, the technician might be out of a job, or my child may the be greatest prankster of all time - capable of placing a hand or something else so perfectly as to trick us into thinking she had something that wasn't there... Nah! The technician would've caught the bones in the hand. Okay, so it's a boy.
Actually, I have to comment that it's just so funny how we get all excited to take a peak at parts that we are eventually determined to have private. I also think it's funny to compare the girl ultrasound to the boy ultrasound. When it's a girl, the technician has to point out these little lines to you, and you stare for a long time and think to yourself, "Okay, I guess. I mean, I think that makes sense." When you are having a boy, however, all the technician needs to do is give you a bottom view, and you feel a little embarrassed for the poor kid!
On a more important note (but a little less interesting, I know), he is looking healthy and well developed so far. The heart, spine, legs, head circumference, brain cortex, stomach, lips, fluid level, and heart rate all look lovely. So, thus far, we've nothing to worry about (or at least nothing we could doing anything about). And I must say that his profile and cheek bones look as lovely and tall as one would expect from a child of mine and David's. Let's just hope that these cute little monkeys of ours don't hate us for their noses and cheeks by the time they're 18! I fear that adolescence may be as unkind to them as it was to me.
Here's hoping you are all well and feeling grateful for your noses, cheekbones, hearts, spines, brain cortex's, head circumferences, stomachs, lips, and other, uh,
