071911. Yesterday.
Another Monday.
Another ultrasound.
Because you might recall that last week, the Little Guy (heretofore known as LG?) wouldn’t cooperate with the Ultrasound Tech to give her good photos of his heart or his profile.
What I didn’t mention last week is that the tech spent a good ten minutes poking and prodding my stomach trying in vain to get him to move.
I had a bruise.
Okay …
I’m exaggerating …
I didn’t actually have a bruise …
But she was poking pretty hard …
And if I was a bleeder I might have.
So yesterday, I was hoping for a fewer jabs from the gal.
And while he was still quick to show us his boy parts (he's clearly proud of those parts ... that was the first image that popped up on the screen … I hope this isn’t foreshadowing his teen years … I’m already nervous about having a boy), he was also very keen to get on with it.
And clearly, when the kid sets his mind on something, he gets it done.
(he's got the Cowboy's nose, I think ...)
In all of seven minutes, she had pictures of his profile ... images of all four chambers of his heart ... I was in … out … totally relieved to know that all is well ... and walking to the car.
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