Monday, May 18, 2009
Ain't that a kick in the head
Not only one of my favorite Deano songs, but also a very good description of our visit to the ultrasound last Monday. We were to go and find out if the baby was developing normally and incidentally find out the sex. I decided that we should all go as a family. It would be fun, a bonding experience. Matt would be there with Jack and all would be well...
I was instructed to drink 30 oz of water by 9:15am. My appointment was set for 10:45. No problem. Matt was doing his husbandly duty by making sure I drank every last drop of that water. I finally gagged down the final gulp by 9:45am. Everything's A-OK over here. Let's get in the car and go!
On the way there the baby shifts and then I really, really have to pee. By the time we get to the ultrasound place (about 30 minutes away), I REALLY REALLY have to pee. I sign in and start pacing the room. Jack is munching on snacks (always) and playing with some rocks in his truck. Things are getting more and more uncomfortable for me. Walking isn't doing it anymore. I start coming up with plan B if I happen to accidentally let loose and wet my pants. I tell Matt that we're going to have to reschedule because I can't hold it anymore. I start to sweat and get the goose bumps. I ask the receptionist how much longer it's going to be because I don't think I can make it. I actually start doing the pee-pee dance. It's getting to be too much to handle. Another kick with a little escapage. Matt says not to think about it. SHUT UP!
The receptionist comes back and tells me that I can use the bathroom. There should still be enough liquid in the bladder to get a good picture. I practically run down the hall and slam the door in the lady's face. Finally, sweet relief! "UGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" I say as a single tear silently creeps down my face.
We finally are called into the ultrasound room. A tiny closet0-like space. Of course, Jack decides to be a fussy-butt and start squirming and crying. He wants to lay on the bed with me. He tries to grab my shoe and I tell Matt to let him. I'm totally preoccupied by Jack that I'm not even really paying attention to the screen. "blah blah blah blah blah he's going to have a little brother" says the lady. YAY! Jack screaming and the final blow - he throws my shoe directly at the lady's head from about 2 feet behind. The lady almost falls off her stool. I am completely mortified. I start profusely apologizing and she mutters something about osteoperosis. I say to Matt, "Okay take him out. You just heard the sex. Bye."
By the way, it was a Birkenstock sandal. Not the most lightweight shoe I own. With metal buckles no less. I wouldn't want to be hit in the head with it. I'm so sorry.
Face with open mouth
hand and fingers
Head on the left, body on the right. Spine is visible
I was instructed to drink 30 oz of water by 9:15am. My appointment was set for 10:45. No problem. Matt was doing his husbandly duty by making sure I drank every last drop of that water. I finally gagged down the final gulp by 9:45am. Everything's A-OK over here. Let's get in the car and go!
On the way there the baby shifts and then I really, really have to pee. By the time we get to the ultrasound place (about 30 minutes away), I REALLY REALLY have to pee. I sign in and start pacing the room. Jack is munching on snacks (always) and playing with some rocks in his truck. Things are getting more and more uncomfortable for me. Walking isn't doing it anymore. I start coming up with plan B if I happen to accidentally let loose and wet my pants. I tell Matt that we're going to have to reschedule because I can't hold it anymore. I start to sweat and get the goose bumps. I ask the receptionist how much longer it's going to be because I don't think I can make it. I actually start doing the pee-pee dance. It's getting to be too much to handle. Another kick with a little escapage. Matt says not to think about it. SHUT UP!
The receptionist comes back and tells me that I can use the bathroom. There should still be enough liquid in the bladder to get a good picture. I practically run down the hall and slam the door in the lady's face. Finally, sweet relief! "UGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" I say as a single tear silently creeps down my face.
We finally are called into the ultrasound room. A tiny closet0-like space. Of course, Jack decides to be a fussy-butt and start squirming and crying. He wants to lay on the bed with me. He tries to grab my shoe and I tell Matt to let him. I'm totally preoccupied by Jack that I'm not even really paying attention to the screen. "blah blah blah blah blah he's going to have a little brother" says the lady. YAY! Jack screaming and the final blow - he throws my shoe directly at the lady's head from about 2 feet behind. The lady almost falls off her stool. I am completely mortified. I start profusely apologizing and she mutters something about osteoperosis. I say to Matt, "Okay take him out. You just heard the sex. Bye."
By the way, it was a Birkenstock sandal. Not the most lightweight shoe I own. With metal buckles no less. I wouldn't want to be hit in the head with it. I'm so sorry.
Face with open mouth
hand and fingers
Head on the left, body on the right. Spine is visible
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3 comments:
Congrats on the second boy. Also, congrats on Jack's throwing arm - he's pretty young to be able to throw so well. Have you thought about how you are going to nurture and encourage his throwing development?
Also... were they just torturing you with the 30 oz of water thing?
They make you drink it claiming that liquid in the bladder makes the ultrasound image clearer. I seriously just think it's torture to get back at us complaining pregnant people.
Hooray for boys! I think you're going to have to keep going after this little one, though. Clearly Jack is already practicing in preparation for the Raines brothers baseball team. He will be the pitcher. Just 7 more boys to go!
Ugh, I can definitely empathize about the full bladder thing. I had an ultrasound less than 12 hours before 9 1/2 pound Landis was born and they insisted they wouldn't be able to see him well unless my bladder was full. What the heck? It wasn't like they were going to miss him!
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