Resounding Ultrasound

So the months have passed, it was spitting snow when we met at Boone Imaging Center. We waited nervously and were then escorted into a darkened room. We mostly wanted to know everything was o.k. Everything in the right place, a brain, four chambered heart and no horns.

Lisa could not really see much and for some ignorant legal reason they don't video tape the ultrasound. So I sat holding her feet and watching fuzzy images swim across the screen. Mostly I couldn't tell what anything was but occasionally an arm, leg or head would swim into clarity. My breath would catch, my eyes well up and my love for Lisa swell.

The technician snapped a couple of images for us; took a lot of measurements and asked us if we wanted to know if it was a boy or girl. I had convinced Lisa we didn't want to know. It was evident that the tech thought she knew. Like Schrodinger's Cat we had a potential boy AND a potential girl until someone looked and then the two probabilities would collapse into one actuality. Someone knew and so I had to know. We were having a boy.

We got all the stories about umbilical cords looking like the penis, but then when Lisa was in hospital with her gall bladder attack they had to do an ultrasound of her gall bladder and that tech was nice enough to show us Sprout and there was that penis again. "Click" another fuzzy photo that's hard to interpret.

Strangely, the images were much less "real" to me than that 140 beats per minute we hear every time we go to the doctor.

So we stumble out into the light and light snow with knowledge and grins and disbelief and joy.