This is boring, but I just wanted to document it...so skip ahead to the pictures.
So, at our ultrasound the other day, we got a couple pictures...of the 800 the lady took, she GENEROUSLY printed out 3. I had a hard time concentrating on what was going on because I was too preoccupied with the fact I was going to have an accident any second...and her prodding did NOT help!
They tell you before you go in to drink 16 oz of water 1.5 hours before your appointment to make sure your bladder is full. Well, I obeyed and then payed for it! By the time I even signed in at the lab my palms were totally sweaty (the water needed to escape somehow) and my hands were shaking so bad while I filled out the paperwork. I asked Brian how many people have had an accident waiting for their appointment and if he'd still love me if I was the first. (To that he answered, "Don't think about it." ehem...the correct answer was YES and would you like to borrow my pants!)
This would not normally be a problem for me except that water and I have developed an interesting relationship since baby came to be. Anything but sipping ice cold water would result in instant vomit. So, naturally, I steered away from large quantities of water. I honestly had to do a little 'training' to make sure I could keep that much water down, let alone hold it in! Hence, the extremeness of the situation.
The next ten minutes lasted an eternity. I could not concentrate on anything. It didn't help that on both sides of the waiting room were restroom signs with arrows pointing the way to relief. I said a quick prayer. Sadly, it was the most earnest prayer I've said in awhile. I tried every position in my chair to get comfortable. Legs to the side, nope. Crossed, nope. I ended up on the edge of the chair playing an expert game of sudoku on my ipod to get my mind off it. The angel lady finally called us back. I was afraid to stand up...but made it! Now, to hold it the next 45 minutes while she checks everything out.
I told her my dilemma and she said she'd get what she needed with a full bladder and let me use the restroom before doing the rest of the exam. Well, 2 minutes in she said, "Wow, your bladder's FULL!" (uhh...I didn't need a sonogram image to tell you that lady!) She made me go to the bathroom because what she needed to measure was too squished. Imagine that!?!?
The rest of the ultrasound went fine. Brian was fascinated by what he could see and I was trying to make out what was on the screen in my cockeyed position. She casually told us it was a girl which made me really mad. Not the fact of having a girl, but the casual announcement. It went something like this: "Here's the top of the spine...(freeze screen for picture)...Here's a good view of the left femur...(picture)...and it looks like a girl."
Huh?? What?? This is kinda a big deal to us lady!! Afterward I had to tell myself that this is her job, so the lack of pomp and circumstance was acceptable. Next time, we'll have them write it down so there can be a little more excitement. Whoa...did I just say "next time??" I must be delusional.
Well, here's our pretty little girl. I'll spare you the crotch shot. It took a long time for her to get it. Our baby's private like her momma.
She has her momma's nose and toes. Can you spot them below?
AND...not pictured are the cutest little lips I've ever seen! (I'm slightly obsessed with people's lips so I'm glad she's got some good ones.)
