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Friday, September 15, 2006

Letters to my Baby Boy - Week 19

That's right, you're not just 'someone' anymore! Yesterday, we went in for your ultrasound, and there is very little doubt that you are a boy. Our baby boy. It feels so good to know more about you! I'm delighted to find out. You father is, needless to say, beside himself with excitement. I think he's already planning your first trip into the woods together. If he comes home with a camouflage onesie, I will have to kill him.

The ultrasound tech was decidedly unimpressed with your reticence to be scanned. She called you names like 'stinker'. In order to get all the shots she needed, she kept poking me in the stomach. Hard. Not sure you liked that either, but it did get you to turn around. Seeing all your little parts rise out of the deep was an amazing experience. And when she finally began calling you a 'he', I didn't even catch on right away. Wasn't even aware until she typed 'male' in this shot at first. And then, just to cover all the bases, she provided this helpful little arrow to point out your...oh shit. Here we go. I'm entering the great arena of genital euphemisms. Gad. I am not ready for this!

















I love this shot. What a pose. Are you sleeping? Praying? Sucking your thumb?

















Here's your head, as she notes, in profile.


















This shot we have to talk about. This supposedly, is your face. Not, as I hoped, as interpreted by Edvard Munch, but your real face.

The tech says this is exactly what you're supposed to look like, and I'm going to take her word for it. Still, you're kind of giving me the wiggins. I'm really hoping that this is not a shot of you strenuously objecting to your living quarters. I promise to send you in whatever you want, just don't look so much like Jack Skellington, ok?

















Okay, just gotta love your feet. Quite possibly my favorite shot. Can't think of anything else to say about that.

















Baby Boy, I am so impatient to meet you. Keep growing bigger (but not too big). We've still got a long way to go. I know you probably can't hear much yet, but I've been playing music for you. Might as well get you up to speed on the Boss and Bob Dylan right away. Please consider letting me get some sleep. Hope you're liking the walks with Murphy. He is going to be your biggest fan.

Love,

your mama

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2 Comments:

At 2:35 PM, Anonymous JBQ said...

So exciting! You and Glenn must be beside yourselves--did you ring up a superhigh phone bill?

Congrats again!

p.s. Don't worry, Quinn looked like the Pumpkin King too, back in the ultrasound days.

 
At 12:57 PM, Blogger Megan said...

We called Alex ALFie (Alien Life Form) before we knew he was an Alex...for both the feeling that he gave me (it really couldn not have been normal or human) and those damn ultrasound straight on shots... Congrats!!

 

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