You know, Sarah and I make a big show of being antiquarian weirdos totally out of touch with the crazy, messed-up times in which we’re living, but the truth is, when push comes to shove, we’re actually weirdos who are largely in sync with these crazy, messed-up times.* Thus, like seemingly everybody else who’s going to have a baby these days, we went in for one of those 3D/4D ultrasound deals. I was initially skeptical, since getting a 4D ultrasound movie set to lullabyes that sound like they were arranged by Enya seems like the sort of thing you do if you’re planning to name your child Makayla or Chance. After having done it, though, I have to say that either my skepticism was ill-founded or I’m some kind of closeted Makayla-namer. It was a delightful experience. I got my first genuinely extended view of Sweet Pea (our previous *medical* ultrasound had felt a little rushed, and they actually spent most of their time looking to see whether the baby was healthy, rather than trying to get some nice head shots … losers …). She spent most of the time cuddled up against the placenta (which, as a guy who likes to spend his time cuddled up against a pillow, I can appreciate). She was also apparently stuck in some kind of yoga position, with one foot up by her head (I have a less easy time understanding the appeal of that). And she smiled a few times. Probably just gas, but it’s a nice reminder that my lame jokes and I are about to have the world’s easiest audience, at least for a little while. Anyway, without further ado, I give you: some cute ultrasonic in-utero baby photos:
It’s a Girl!
I think Sweet Pea may be flashing a gang sign in the last one. Lets just hope she doesn’t insist on dressing all in red.
*Except when it comes to naming. Sweet Pea’s real name is not Ava, Emma, Isabella, or Madison. That’s a clue, trying-to-guess-what-Sweet-Pea’s-real-name-is-people.