We went to the clinic Wednesday morning and assumed the positions: Anni on the doctor's table, me on a crummy stool nearby.
We'd been told the ultrasound was going to take up to an hour because of all the measurements needed: brain (It's got one!), head, arms, legs and even heart chambers.
That would have been fine with me because an ultrasound is fascinating to watch. Clinics seriously should record them and sell the videos to the expecting parents. (Who wouldn't pop $10 for that?)
Anyway, much to my disappointment, the ultrasound lasted about 15 minutes. The nurse didn't say much during the procedure, leaving us to ask basic. (It was strange to learn earlier on that the intestines develop in the umbilical cord and then at some point shoot down the tube and into place.)
I asked whether, at this stage, all of the organs are where they're supposed to be.
"It's all in there," the nurse told us, sparing any technical term or explanation. "It just needs to get bigger."
And good thing because Bun still looks a bit alienish. In a good way, of course.
We could see the heart pumpin' away (144 at an appointment the following day) and see occasional leg and arm movements.
At one point I thought Bun did a flip during the ultrasound. Turns out the nurse just moved the wand from one side of Anni's belly to the other. Oh, well.
It was brought to my attention after the appointment that I may have been a bit too eager during the procedure to let the nurse know when there was a good view that should be recorded for a photograph. (They give you about five or six prints on your way out.)
"Ooh! There's a good one," I'd say quietly, hoping the nurse had clicked print.
She didn't listen to me, but we still got some nice pics to take home. Two are below. The first is pretty straightforward, the second was a photo meant to highlight the spine, which was measured during the procedure.


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