Sunday, October 09, 2005

don't wear a bag over your head or punch the paparazzi

Tomorrow we go for our first ultrasound.

This is what I want to see:



This is what we probably will see:



Who are you, mystery baby?? Are you real? Let's bring it for the camera, little Rowley. Practice your clear face. Practice visibility. Just for now, be more like Paris Hilton, less like Sean Penn. And then later, reverse that.

By which I don't mean, be born a man in a woman's body. It's a stressful way to go.

By which I don't mean that I was a woman born in a man's body.

Just say cheese is all I'm saying.

5 comments:

la Ketch said...

um. are you back? did you see it?

tina said...

I'm not back. Because I didn't go. Because I couldn't keep down all the water you have to drink before the ultrasound. BOO.

la Ketch said...

boo! that baby is shy i guess!

sandra said...

Apparently when my mom had her ultrasound while pregnant with me, the doctor said, "well, I'm pretty sure that's a girl - it's certainly not a boy's bottom". Which was the beginning of "the ghetto".

Eve said...

OOOOhhhhh! I hope when you go back, that little plum is a big fat camera hog, and dances around for you and Dave!
Fun Fun FUN!!!