Ultrasounds aren’t always that cute when taken out of context. As far as I can tell from this one, we’re having an alien:
At least he has my eye sockets. The Woman says I have to stop making fun of the baby so much – especially once he or she is out in the world. We disagree on how important sarcasm is in a child’s upbringing – how else are they supposed to learn what a screwed up world they’re coming into?
But to remind me of the cuteness, I’ve also got this one above my desk at work:
Oh yeah, he’s already got the total thumb suck action going on – are fetuses eligible for Cute Overload or what?
In reality, these shots just don’t do the experience justice. Watching the little guy do somersaults when they first started was amazing. It brought the reality of the “this is a real, living being in her stomach” situation to us. He’s only the size of a lemon or orange or some other small fruit, but he’s so real and alive. Seriously, when they use the word “miracle”, they aren’t exaggerating.
I’m not going to post every ultrasound picture here, but if you’re interested in keeping up the rest are available over here.