The bloody toe

I’ve been meaning to post these for a while, now, but just got to it.  These are the ultrasound pictures (as advertised) from February 2nd, of Thing Three.

I found this particular ultrasound to be somewhat frustrating, because the tech didn’t know what she was doing and fumbled around for a bit, trying to answer our questions.  We finally requested a more experienced doctor who was able to help us out.

Still, it’s fun to see her developing, no?

Except I knew it was a boy.  I just knew it.  This is the second time I’ve been totally taken aback by news of what my baby’s gender(s) is (are).  This kid already has it out for me.  In the ultrasound, you can clearly see a hand waving, almost mocking me.  “Hey dad, thought I was a boy, huh?  Sucka!!!”  Or something like that.

I’m sure that I will love her even more on the day she’s born.  And I’m sure that I’ll love her even more when she asks for the car keys.  And I’m sure that I’ll love her even more when I’m paying for three girl’s college tuition.  And I’m sure that I’ll love her even more, when she becomes the third time I pay for a wedding.

I gotta have a drink.

. Checking in for an ultrasound, these days, is sort of like getting a boarding pass.