Open Wide and Say Cheese!
“So, let’s validate those pink lines with an ultrasound” Dra. O said after the cursory questions (and thankfully no IE!).
“Let’s see if your guess is right on the money.”
So with that, off we went with another nurse to what would technically be our little sprout’s first picture.
Of course, I thought it was going to be something like on TV. They put you up on a bed, paint your tummy with some kind of gel and use a contraption on you that look like a roll-on deodorant.
While that DOES happen, it turns out that I’d have to be a couple months pregnant-er to be able to use that particular gizmo (transabdominal ultrasound).
So what I’d get? A Transvaginal Ultrasound. Yep, right up my yahoo.
If anyone hasn’t seen a Transvaginal Ultrasound thingie, all I can tell you is that you had better be nice to everyone in the clinic…especially the nurse in the Ultrasound room. The thing looks like the prototype for a Jedi light saber. It’s a
little short so maybe it’s for a tiny Jedi Master (Yoda, maybe?).
Sooo...the thing is put in a disposable condom and lathered with KY jelly. I was told to relax and breathe deep and YAHOOOOO. Needless to say I wasn’t relaxed.
“Ma’m relax.” The technician said. “This is going to be more uncomfortable for you since I have to move it around.”
“You have to what!?”
“I have to get a picture of your ovaries and your fallopian tubes.”
I felt like a popsicle. Cold, exposed and stuck on a stick.
Then, it happens. No preambles, no drumrolls, no heraldic blast of trumpets to announce The Moment.
“Ma’m? Sir? There it is.”
Right on the monitor…our sprout.
The shape of a kidney bean. A little circle in it. A little pulse in the middle of the stillness. I wanted to touch the screen. I looked over at Mr. F and there he was, no longer smiling, but I could see this moment would be something we would both remember for as long as we lived.
No shit.
Remembering it, I still get teary-eyed.
“So, let’s validate those pink lines with an ultrasound” Dra. O said after the cursory questions (and thankfully no IE!).
“Let’s see if your guess is right on the money.”
So with that, off we went with another nurse to what would technically be our little sprout’s first picture.
Of course, I thought it was going to be something like on TV. They put you up on a bed, paint your tummy with some kind of gel and use a contraption on you that look like a roll-on deodorant.
While that DOES happen, it turns out that I’d have to be a couple months pregnant-er to be able to use that particular gizmo (transabdominal ultrasound).
So what I’d get? A Transvaginal Ultrasound. Yep, right up my yahoo.
If anyone hasn’t seen a Transvaginal Ultrasound thingie, all I can tell you is that you had better be nice to everyone in the clinic…especially the nurse in the Ultrasound room. The thing looks like the prototype for a Jedi light saber. It’s a
little short so maybe it’s for a tiny Jedi Master (Yoda, maybe?). Sooo...the thing is put in a disposable condom and lathered with KY jelly. I was told to relax and breathe deep and YAHOOOOO. Needless to say I wasn’t relaxed.
“Ma’m relax.” The technician said. “This is going to be more uncomfortable for you since I have to move it around.”
“You have to what!?”
“I have to get a picture of your ovaries and your fallopian tubes.”
I felt like a popsicle. Cold, exposed and stuck on a stick.
Then, it happens. No preambles, no drumrolls, no heraldic blast of trumpets to announce The Moment.
“Ma’m? Sir? There it is.”
Right on the monitor…our sprout.
The shape of a kidney bean. A little circle in it. A little pulse in the middle of the stillness. I wanted to touch the screen. I looked over at Mr. F and there he was, no longer smiling, but I could see this moment would be something we would both remember for as long as we lived.
No shit.
Remembering it, I still get teary-eyed.
