"Scoot down. Scoot down again. More. More. More. Now, move over. Closer to me. More" the doctor said before starting my ultrasound. Ah, the peaceful feeling of feet hanging off the exam table, without a pillow. Apparently it was too inconvenient for the OB to roll his fancy machine further up the bed so I lay on the crinkly paper more comfortably, but who am I to complain? Pulling my skirt well below my comfort zone, I was more than concerned he would insist on southern entry for this 21 week ultrasound, but thankfully he acquiesced to a small hedge exposure.
Time was nigh. Would he confirm or deny my fortune teller's prediction of the baby? Mark and I were so nervous, we could both hardly sit/lay still. Sipping his coffee in his left hand, navigating with his right, Dr. Dinu finally began the 90 minute ultrasound to inspect the bits and pieces of our unborn child on his fancy, state of the art Voluson 3D-4D machine. He started rattling off measurements to his transcriptionist who sat behind her desk, texting, googling, and typing my report all at the same time. (To give her credit, she also created a turkey glove for Deets and supplied him with highlighters and paper to play with during the fetus' moment of greatness).
Mark was thrilled to see our baby's giant liver, heart, and scrunched up stork legs. I was happy to see kidneys, spine, and brain. Even Deets got into it, pointing at the TV screen saying "babeeee!" And we were ALL dumbfounded by the realization that the household score would soon be even: Two boys, and two girls. Hold the phone folks, the Schlinks are having a baby girl! God help us all.
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| A hot cup of coffee compliments any ultrasound. |
Time was nigh. Would he confirm or deny my fortune teller's prediction of the baby? Mark and I were so nervous, we could both hardly sit/lay still. Sipping his coffee in his left hand, navigating with his right, Dr. Dinu finally began the 90 minute ultrasound to inspect the bits and pieces of our unborn child on his fancy, state of the art Voluson 3D-4D machine. He started rattling off measurements to his transcriptionist who sat behind her desk, texting, googling, and typing my report all at the same time. (To give her credit, she also created a turkey glove for Deets and supplied him with highlighters and paper to play with during the fetus' moment of greatness).
Mark was thrilled to see our baby's giant liver, heart, and scrunched up stork legs. I was happy to see kidneys, spine, and brain. Even Deets got into it, pointing at the TV screen saying "babeeee!" And we were ALL dumbfounded by the realization that the household score would soon be even: Two boys, and two girls. Hold the phone folks, the Schlinks are having a baby girl! God help us all.
Woot woot!! Congrats! I want to visit you!
ReplyDeleteYeah! Girls rock! Congrats to all three of you!
ReplyDeleteHow exciting! Congrats to y'all!
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