I had been counting down the weeks and days until my baby's ultra sound since mid-February. Having not been far enough along to hear the heart beat at the first appointment I had no proof other than my ever expanding waist line that there was a human being growing in my abdomen.
When the moment finally came where I shimmied onto the table in the dark room and bore my belly so that it could be smothered in clear blue jelly. Seconds later the probe was place on my belly and this is what I saw.
|You're looking at the back of the baby's head here. That's the ear on the side of it's head!|
And it was at this moment that I melted into a puddle, right there on the ultrasound table. As corny as it is I was overwhelmed with happiness to the point that tears came to my eyes. Clear as day, there it was, a miniature human being about the length of my middle finger swimming around my abdomen. This is real. I thought.
The baby actually wasn't just swimming around, but moving like crazy. It was as if he or she were trying to defend itself against the intrusion of the ultrasound probe with kicks and jabs and twists and turns every time the prob pressed into my belly. It was at that point, watching the little kickboxer in action, that I began laughing and once I started laughing I couldn't stop.-- How could this baby be moving THAT much and I not feel a bit of it?! -- The ultrasound technician was slightly annoyed since all the laughing made her job nearly impossible so she gave me a break, told me to drink some water to help with the baby's position (apparently a full bladder puts the baby on better display) and she would return in a couple minutes.
Five minutes later my laughter was stifled and the baby was no less active, still squirming in protest to the prodding as soon as the technician went back to work. Now that I was laying still the technician really hoped that the baby would follow suit so she had me try a couple positions to get a better view.
"Lean this way." she'd tell me and I roll to the right. "Ok, now lean that way" and I'd roll the other way. After numerous times of rolling this way and that she paused with frustration of not being able to obtain the measurements she needed. "Can you straighten your legs out for me?" the technician said this was the baby's response.
I couldn't feel a thing, but clear as day on the screen the baby stretched out its legs are far as it could and arched its back. Whether it was just a stretch or in protest I am not sure, but I began laughing hysterically again at the baby's action mirroring my own.
Shawn pointed out how the baby has already picked up one of his traits... the ability to be easily annoyed, as evidenced by the protest we witnessed to the ultrasound probe. Whether that's true or not I still haven't stopped smiling. It's pretty darn real now.