Gummy Bears Rock

So one thing that is pretty much awesome about working in the medical field is knowing people that own and are highly-trained in running high tech, 'spensive machinery. That's right, just when you thought I couldn't risk my childs hearing with anymore unneccessary ultrasounds, I found the most rockstar ultrasound machine ever and the bestest, most experienced tech in the history of soundwaves. This is how we discovered that the bean was not so much a bean, but in fact, a gummy bear.

I had the good luck of hanging out in the perinatology clinic at just the right time on Monday (otherwise known as 9w3d) and the fruits of this labor are available for viewing at the top of the post. Let me just tell you that to think you have a docile little bean floating in peaceful oblivion is completely...oh what's the word...not at all how things are going down in there. That was the recurrent idea that I had, picturing the bean floating in his little water balloon house, and this was furthered by the fuzzy ultrasound pics posted on the earlier blog. Having this new found clarity (literally, on the fancy schmancy ultrasound machine) has opened my eyes to the reality that is the constant frat party that's going down in my belly. No freaking wonder that I've been crazy hungry alternating with crazy vomiting, super tired every second of every minute of every day, and more emotional than a recently pubertal fourteen year old who just realized that Rob Pattinson is nothing like Edward Cullen in real life (i.e. hysterical beyond consolation.)


Is he floating happily, with no awareness or cares about the outside world? Oh no, not my kid. He's in there rocking out to his own inner Ipod. I can't believe it still and I saw it in crystal clear real time. Lets just say he has moves I haven't been able to pull off in years. First, his big giant head is bobbing, then he starts to bend at the waist (or the general area) and his top half kind of sways side to side. Then all this stops and his little arm buds (that's right folks, all he's got are buds at this point) start doing his own little version of the Carlton. Don't act like you didn't watch the fresh prince in between saved by the bell re-runs like the rest of did while skipping class in college. Back to the muncher, then his little leg buds are moving in, then moving out. It's just unreal. The two collages of four pics show him having a grand ole' time in there in various positions.

There is also a pic of his developing spine and of his heartbeat and his enormous water balloon house. This kid has some serious square footage, people. He's going to be disappointed when we bring him home from the hospital to our meager dwelling and he's like WTF? Where's the hot tub? I'm sharing a bathroom?

Anywho, we had the first nurse visit today which was enlightening...or not. But the chick was just doing her job so kudos to her. I'm glad she's there for all the other people who haven't been learning about this crap in school/training for the last seven years. They did sick the vampires on me, though, for all the glorious prenatal testing. Here's hoping I'm really as normal as I think I am!