Seven Red

Sonogram technology seems to have advanced quite a bit since 2005. All I saw then was a blob, with the technician doing these weird interpretive moves, like “see the leg?” Uh, no. I see a blob. That was last time. This time I could actually see pretty much everything, even before the technician pointed it out. It was pretty cool, actually. I saw the kid’s friggin’ face. The face! I said, “Hmm, that’s a face…that’s the nose and those are the lips and that’s a little chin,” and then the technician said “that’s the nose and those are the lips and that’s the little chin…” Pretty amazing stuff.

I did not, however, see the goods downstairs. I relied on the technician for that. But it’s a boy, and she wasn’t qualifying it at all. “See that?” she said. “It’s a boy.” How sure? Oh, she was sure. Apparently she’s seen that kind of thing before.

Then we’re driving away in a kind of daze (how can you not be in a daze after these things, I don’t know), and she says “A boy! But that’s completely different from….me!” Oy gewalt! Until we have a successful birth, the babybelly will continue to be referred to on this blog as babybelly, but dang, son. Babyboy this spring, should everything go well and everybody stay healthy.

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