I'm pleased to report that me, my fetus, and my extremely full bladder all emerged from the ghetto downtown Little Rock radiology clinic unscathed, except without one really cool totally unclear "what the fuck is that thing" picture.
At least there was a QuikShop right outside the door (complete with window bars) so I could purchase my celebratory bag of Ruffles "Cheese and Sour Cream" chips and a Twix. They go perfectly with a bladder full of water. Seriously.
Now let me back up just a bit to say that it never fails that every single time I go for one of these ultrasounds, the person who schedules the appointments fails to tell me to drink lots of water. I really should know that in order to see anything worth a snot, I've got to have a full bladder. And really, I'd much prefer to fill my bladder with filtered tap water from my own cup as opposed to water-fountain water out of a large styrofoam one in a questionable clinic where some dude was totally walking around in a prison uniform.
I swear.
But, I forgot, no one reminded me, and even though I swore that my bladder was full to the clearly hopped-up receptionist with scarily shaky, red splotchy hands who couldn't stop stretching her mouth out every 2 seconds like she was trying to pop her ears, it wasn't enough.
So, when I finally got back to the room, I was met with a no more than 24-year-old ultrasound tech who I swear was cracking her gum to the beat of some rap song. She was nice enough, if you think dumping a glob of blue gel on your extremely clean and valuable Old Navy jeans is nice.
Doesn't she know these cost me $5.99 on super sale and they're the only freaking jeans THAT FIT ME?
Anyway, the 9 week 4 day old fetus with a 156 heart rate looks great. In fact, according to her "Look how cayyyyyuttttttte. It's mooooooooving!" Followed by "Awwwwwwwwwww... look at it's leeeeeyeg stumps!"
Phew. The kid has leg stumps. I can rest easier tonight.
But then, when I hoped for a print-out of my little baby bean housed in my one heck of a gorgeous uterus for all the world to see, I got nothing. Apparently only "old skewell" machines print out pictures. The new ones get put on a cd that get sent to you in the mail.
Because that's so much more economical and eco-conscious.
So not only do I have a blank digital pregnancy test. But I have no u/s picture. This kid is definitely #3, huh?
the kid is definitely 3.0, you mean. all digital n shit;-)
"Phew. The kid has leg stumps. I can rest easier tonight."
just did a spit-take to that one. am very pleased for you and your family!
Posted by: joy | March 10, 2008 at 12:01 PM
I don't get a scan until I find out the baby's sex! Today I am 10 weeks so that makes my bean like a day OLDER THAN yOURS!!
Posted by: mrsmogul | March 08, 2008 at 12:00 PM
We prolly have the same Old Navy jeans. The maternity ones? I wear mine EVERY SINGLE DAY, except for the days when I'm in K's pajama bottoms. You?
And? The pics are over-rated. WB has declared them scary, so we have to keep them tucked away anyway.
Posted by: Her Bad Mother | March 07, 2008 at 06:34 PM
Your 4th should be sent to you via hologram.
Posted by: Lotta | March 07, 2008 at 12:57 AM
Sheesh. Even I got pictures of my #3. But we're not all digital I guess. My mom keeps asking to see the pictures and I keep forgetting to bring them to show her. That's my 3rd child syndrome working.
Posted by: Heather | March 06, 2008 at 08:20 PM
Yup, sounds like Third Child Syndrome to me. ;)
Posted by: mamatulip | March 06, 2008 at 07:24 PM
That's great news. I'm so happy for all five of you.
Dude, you're going to be a family of five... woah.
Posted by: SciFi Dad | March 06, 2008 at 07:20 PM
So, they had no bathroom either for you to relieve your extremely full bladder? Bastards!
With my last pregnancy (which is the only one I can remember because it was ten whole years ago), I drank waaaaay too much water beforehand and we had to stop at two gas stations on the way and I still ran into the clinic sobbing that I was gonna pee my pants and "could you please for the love of jebus point me to the can! Now!!!"
Awww, leg stumps :)
Posted by: Procrastamom | March 06, 2008 at 06:38 PM
Damn 3rd kid syndrome. My kid sister What'shernameagain, cries about it all the time. Next time you go to the 'Hood you should totally wear a vest. I wonder if Kevlar vest have a belly panel in them. I'll google it and see for you.
Posted by: S. Moore | March 06, 2008 at 06:34 PM
Awww - no picture? Maybe when the cd arrives? I was hoping to see what a Hathor-fetus looks like so I wouldn't have to ask what one is. But now I'm just too embarrassed.
Posted by: heatherw | March 06, 2008 at 04:43 PM