This week’s ultrasound was chock-full of shenanigans.
First, I swear, I went to the bathroom immediately before the ultrasound. Like they called my name while I was in the bathroom. But I get into the room, get squirted with the goo stuff (which they keep in a warming cup holder thing and feels quite nice) and the doctor started poking around. She was talking about the hemispheres of the brain and all of the stuff that is really important, but far less interesting than the gender money shot. Anyway, the doctor was like, “You need to empty your bladder before we can continue.” Then she showed Jason and I how she could watch it filling up on the screen. So I had to get dressed, all cleaned up and go to the bathroom. Upon returning, we had to get set up all over again. More goo. And I feared that if the doctor didn’t hurry, my bladder would just fill up all over again!
Then the doctor comes back and finishes looking at all that important stuff. And then asked us if we wanted to know the sex of the baby. Yes, please, we say. But Spanky Lulu was sitting with her arms and legs crossed. And she refused to move. So I did all sorts of acrobatics on the table and the doctor kept poking me with the ultrasound wand. Nothing. Spanky Lulu would occasionally turn her head to the side and look at us defiantly. So finally, after several minutes, she quickly uncrossed her legs. The doctor said she was a girl. Then, she re-crossed both her arms and legs and turned around to face my back. She curled up in a ball and completely hid herself. Spanky Lulu might be a little bit petulant…already. I think we are going to have our hands full.
So we made this bet. I was convinced Spanky Lou was a Lou, while Jason believed her to be a Lulu. We had no basis for this and Jason, himself, even said that he was going with a girl just to be contrary. So anyway, we made a bet. Whoever guessed the wrong gender would be responsible for changing the diapers during Spanky’s first year. All of them. Well I am sure it comes as no surprise that I don’t lose very graciously. But Jason, being a far better person than I, offered to help out with the diaper changing! Thank god.
So because of all of the wacky hijinks that ensued during the ultrasound we have virtually no pictures. Here is the one picture we did get. At first, I was concerned that Spanky Lulu didn’t have any arms or legs. But they were just folded up…
