So, ya. One more Dumbass to unleash upon an unsuspecting world. Sorry about that, but at least I gave you a six month warning. Batten the hatches and brace for impact.
I was going to start this post with an ultrasound picture to my post after covering over some personal info first, but after opening up Adobe Photoshop CS3... LMNOP whatever, I couldn't even figure out how to get the damned picture into it and gave up. My SIL who loaded all this stuff on the computer for me is genius in this area. Me? Not so much. Instead, how about you just imagine a blurry outline of the inside of Supreme Leader's stomach and what could be a baby. Or what could just as easily be her pancreas. Seriously, how do they know what the hell they're looking at? Sure, I get hands when I see them and the creepy see-through skull, but anything else? It's all a blur, and a wiggly blur at that since they keep moving the damn wand thingy all over the place.
The ultrasound we did before Christmas was done at a private fertility clinic. (This part is for our American friends, Canadians can skip) Here in the socialized medical utopia of Canadaland our provincial governments (think state) set specific weeks you can have ultrasounds done at and it's the same for everyone across the board. Because SL is old and decrepit though...um, because my wife and I are in a higher risk age group our doctor advised us we could go through a private clinic and pay for earlier results or wait and worry for a month until our 20 week test. As much fun as worrying about possible fetal complications over the holiday sounded, we decided to fork over the dough.
Happily, everything is where it's supposed to be (or so they say, I mean really, it could have been an octopus), it's all the sizes it's supposed to be and it's heart is doing what it's supposed to do. And damn, that clinic? It was like being on an episode of Private Practice or something. I was expecting them to offer us a pedi or a massage before we left, but I guess the good news was enough.
ETA is the first week of July and this time around we're hoping the pink side of the Force will intervene and bring some balance to the universe. Of course, we'll be just as happy with a boy, but for sanity's sake some dresses and My Little Ponies would be a welcome addition to the house.