Explosions and Babies
Watching an ultrasound appointment take place in front of you is similar to watching a fireworks display on 4th of July.
You see...fireworks are way cool. I love explosions. When in West Sac, Michelle and I would park about 1/4 mile, if not closer, from where they were launching the fireworks and we could feel the vibrations shake the truck.
But apparently, I have ADD, so after about 2 and a half minutes of fireworks, I get bored. I mean, c'mon, most of the shows just recycle a bunch of their fireworks and string them together before the grand finale.
"Hey look, there's a happy face!"
"Hey there, it is again!"
"They already launched that trailing firework, why are they doing it again?"
"What?! Another happy face?"
If it was up to me, one of each type of firework would go up and then the grand finale would start and last for about 5 minutes. Total running time: 6 minutes.
Anyways, I digress. So onto the ultrasound. I was enthralled for the first few minutes. The baby was kicking and I could see Embry flailing around trying to get away from being invaded upon.
There was an arm. There was a leg. A foot. There's Embry's head. Heart. Arm again. Leg again. Foot. Cool!...The Spine!. Foot again. Hey there's Embry's face. Leg again. Foot...
So I was bored within minutes. Don't get me wrong. I don't find Embry boring. And I will always love the little thing, it's just the whole ADD thing.
And then the Grand Finale: The ultrasound lady shouts "You're having a *******!"
(I'll let Michelle announce what we're having).