I have kind of a funny story for my first blog ever. Trevor and I went for my baby doctor appointment today. It was a slue of things, glucose test, sonogram and a check-up. After drinking the flat orange Fanta, we were called back for the sonogram. Our sonographer has a strong eastern European accent and is not very talkative. She can say the most mundane things and it just cracks me up. My huge belly jiggles causing issues with the whole procedure. For instance, she was the first to tell us that we were having a boy but the way she said it was like Natasha from Rocky and Bullwinkle. “I think I see penis” Of course I will never forget that.
If you never had a sonogram, it is a very intimate experience. The lights are low and romantic, your pants are pulled down almost exposing your goodies, and then goo is squirted all over your tummy at least its warm. So, I thought that once you got to this point you would be somewhat pain free. I mean, what could possibly hurt, a wand moving over your stomach taking pictures of your precious little boy. BUT it hurts! Or at least it hurts me. I guess they have to press so hard to get a good picture but frankly they should warn a girl.
So everything is going to plan. No talking from “Natasha” and pants are down and goo is in place. She runs the wand across and takes one picture and types code words next to it. Then she says that his head is down and before Trev and I can ask a question the screen goes blank. So of course you have to press hard, right? Then Natasha asked for the lights to be turned on and with her one purple gloved hand she tries manipulate the machine. Then she says “I smell something burn” She and I do have something in common, we are lost after unplugging and rebooting. Bottom line, our son is so cute he broke the sono machine. Our boy is very photogenic and I will post his latest pic after our appointment on Friday. Oh and everything is going according to plan.
