This morning, I had my 36 week ultrasound. I am so glad hubby had the morning off, because he would have hated to have missed this.
The entire visit was so much fun. Really! We had a ball.
Our ultrasound technician was fabulous. And she must have had a Pepsi for breakfast or something, because she was just as giddy as could be. She took all the measurements, and showed me that there’s no sign of any knot in his cord. (A *huge* fear of mine, since that’s how we almost lost Jace.) After she got all the measurements she needed, she started poking at the baby to get him to turn his head for a face shot. I warned her that Gage does *not* like when people poke at my belly. She kept poking. All of a sudden, we see THIS flash on the screen:
We all about died laughing. I told her that I warned her, but she didn’t listen!
She got a few good face shots, and you can see that he’s already got chubby little cheeks. She also estimated that he’s weighing between 7 and 7 1/2 pounds already. I don’t know how true that is, since they told me Parker was going to weigh between 6 – 7 pounds, and he only weighed 5 pounds, 6 ounces at birth. So, one just never knows how accurate they really are. You could see a good layer of fat and some chub rolls on the baby, so he will be plump.
On our way out, we ran into my OB. He asked why we didn’t invite him to the party in the ultrasound room, because it sounded like we were having way too much fun. Hubby showed him the “bird” picture, and he got a kick out of that.
I go back on Monday to meet with the doctor and talk about the results of the ultrasound. I’m *really* hoping that he schedules an induction date for me, but I’m not getting my hopes up yet.
Have you ever had an ultrasound experience that was really pleasant? Do you believe that the u/s tech can totally make or break the mood in the u/s room?