Thomas?.. Adam?.. Benjamin?…
We went for Kerry’s 20 week scan last Monday. I was in a particularly bad mood due to a combination of tiredness and generally being a grumpy bugger. Despite my grumblings about the lack of spaces in the hospital car park and me becoming almost randomly offended at relatively innocuous posters in the waiting room I ended up leaving the appointment with a warm wellspring of positively bubbling up inside me. There’s something about seeing various unidentifiable blobs suddenly converge to form an image of your unborn child that will do that to you.
John?.. Paul?.. George?.. Ringo?..
That’s not to say I didn’t nearly fall asleep on a couple of occasions. The room was dark, there was a gentle humming of equipment, and the scan took quite a while. There was a separate screen for Kerry and I to look at this time, which meant we didn’t have to dislocate our necks to see what was going on like at Amy’s scan. The radiographer was nicer too and took pains to point out what she was looking at.
Horatio?.. Granville?.. Pelum?..
Everything looked normal. The baby has the appropriate number of legs and arms, there were no problems with the heart or the kidneys, and things seem to be developing at the normal rate. Oh, and it’s a boy. Or at least she thinks it’s probably a boy. Kerry says that she had thought it was a boy for a while, but for some reason I’d got into my head it was going to be a girl. It took me a day to get my head round this switch of gender, but I’ve got it down now.
Moon Unit?.. Dweezil?.. Diva Muffin?..
If the baby was a girl it would have been called Rose. If Amy had been a boy she would have been called Finley. I wonder if there is a parallel universe out there somewhere populated by the people we would have been if we had been born the opposite gender. Until it is actually born we can’t say for certain what sex it is. Perhaps we should just call it Schrodingers Cat.
Actually we’re favouring Evan at the moment, but that could well change.
on Jun 13th, 2006 at 12:58 am
Heaps of congratulations!
How wonderful (and wonderfully reassuring) these photos are.
It’s funny though, this picture is so precious now (and will always be precious as your baby’s first photo) but it becomes so much less important as soon as that baby arrives and you can start taking a lifetime of regular photos!
Congratulations to you all.
on Jun 13th, 2006 at 4:54 pm
Thank you.
I’m actually pretty convinced they’ve just recycled the 20 week scan they took of Amy. They look vertually identical. It’s all a ploy to get prospective parents to cough up £3 a picture.
on Jun 14th, 2006 at 3:22 am
They charge for ultrasound photos?! Oh, that is so tacky.
Does tacky translate as British slang? It means incredibly cheap!
on Jun 14th, 2006 at 5:58 am
Yes, but we didn’t have to pay for the ultrasound, nor will we ever have to pay for any healthcare at all (aside from Dentists, the money grabbing swine). The joys of the National Health Service.
But yeah, its a pain that we have to pay for the picture - but I suppose its not really classifiable as healthcare really.
Tacky sort of means cheap over here, but it is usally used to mean “in bad taste” than anything else - like an ornament that you’d win from a fairground.
on Jun 9th, 2007 at 8:26 pm
My mum and I were only talking today about how pregnant I was last June. I’d forgotten it was the time we found out Evan was Evan.
on Jun 9th, 2007 at 8:32 pm
I was just looking at this post myself and reminiscing.