We had another photo shoot with the baby. He’s just shy of 6 months old, and the pictures were a lot more satisfying than the ones from our last trip. In fact, he’s so much more interesting that I’m thinking of installing a webcam in my uterus.
The scary thing is, someone on Youtube has probably done this.
Anyway, this time we could see his profile and his facial features. Also, he had fingers. And, when the doctor told us that it was a boy, we didn’t have to just smile and nod, we could actually tell this was the case.
While we were watching him, he turned his face towards the camera and opened and closed his mouth repeatedly in a clear “om nom nom!”
I suspect he’s telling us to get the cheeseburgers ready – he’s on his way and he’s already hungry.
Best news of all – he’s at the right growth for his age, and he has all those important parts, like a brain and a heart and a liver.
I swear he was also waving around a little scepter, in preparation for his world takeover, but the doctor claimed that it was just his femur.
Well, doctor, we will just have to agree to disagree.
When we got the first photographic evidence of Rebecca, our daughter, I knew it was for real. The weight gain, the crankiness, the constant vomiting. Not to mention what my wife was going through. They handed us the pic out of the ultrasound machine [much like the photo booth at Salem Willows. I was so amazed by it: the little hands, the brain, the heart. All my family have hearts, it's totally inherited. I was so mesmerized by it that instead of holding the handrail to descend the stairs back to the waiting room at the ultrasound palace, I just kept staring at the pic. I lost my footing and careened down about a dozen stairs to come to a stop in a heap right in front of the intake desk. There, a male nurse who's name was probably Sully or Sean [or both] stood up, realized I was his Boston-Irish brethren and not a massively pregnant woman and said, "Hold onto the handrail, *Dadddy*". And such was my introduction to parenthood.
That is all kinds of fantastic. I sat on my couch and laughed into my laptop until the baby smacked my insides to get me to stop. Jon is also really into the ultrasound pictures, but has not yet taken a header down a flight of steps because of them. That is true devotion.
That. Is. So. Cool!
So are you going to post the pictures? Revv up the scanner! :-)
I must plug in the scanner if only to start keeping better track of my check stubs. Re: pictures, they’re so much less fun than video. When do you think hospitals will start offering video feed?