Hotdogs and Cheeseburgers
We went for our 20 week ultrasound on the 13th, and after getting my blood drawn (my hypothyroid symptoms are back), we we went back to the ultrasound room. Chit chat is ridiculously hard when you just want the tech to get to the lookin’. He squirted a load of really warm gel on my belly then began looking. He began by showing us the huge head and the sweetest little hands I have ever seen. Then he went to the pot belly (measuring in at 13oz), and the legs. The baby flipped over and mooned us.
I was thinking, “Awesome! Cute little bum means cute little whoosiewhatsit coming soon.” So then he shows us the legs. THE CROSSED LEGS! “Come on, baby, uncross your legs.” Looking back on that now, that could’ve been where it all went wrong. Bowchickabowwow music comes on and it turns into a porno, but I wasn’t even thinking of it that way. I just wanted a shot of a winkie or a non! That sounded a little strange, too, didn’t it?….Moving on…
So, there I am, laying on my back, worrying that we’re not going to find out what this baby is and have to raise it on green and yellow for the first few months, when the tech SMACKS my belly. I’m not kidding. Thwapped it! The baby’s legs did open, however - Probably as shocked as I was that it just got smacked - and we got a good enough shot that both the tech and I knew immediately. The tech even said he’d bet $100 on it. Eric’s not so sure, but luckily we’ll be going back on the 13th of next month to confirm. However, as far as we know…
It’s a winkie!
Say hello to Benjamin Middle-name-yet-to-be-determined!
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