"And I want Enya"

Last week my dad and I were talking and he was surprised that they were not doing additional ultrasounds before Ada arrived. My understanding is that unless there is something wrong with you, which my pregnancy is beyond textbook perfect so no one is worried, they don't do more ultrasounds because the insurance companies won't cover them.

I made the mistake of mentioning that there were non diagnostic clinics that offered ultrasounds and by the end of our chat I was scheduled for a 3D ultrasound experience at a Phoenix office.

The office provides 3D imaging and 4D recording (this is fancy "sounds like science" for video of the 3D imaging). They'll even set the video to music.

"I want Enya."
"Ok, I'll ask if they can do that."
Shit. They can. If you bring in a CD. This means I have to purchase Enya. *head desk*

Jeffrey wasn't able to come along, but my friend Jessie was bored at work and decided to take a "lunch appointment" with me to discuss "publishing" while we ate defrosted mini eclairs and a tech smeared ultrasound goo on my belly.

And then there was Ada.

Now of course this is 3D imaging, so how close it actually looks to what is in there is debatable, and Jessie and I joked that they probably just had some random imaging recorded a while back that they looped for duped parents, but since every time they tried to get a shot of her face, she'd block it with her arms and the movements corresponded to the movements going on in my body, I can only assume 1. It's really the kid 2. She is already practicing her "no paparazzi" hand gestures. 3. She does not like her space invaded by ... well ... anything (when I sneeze I can feel her roll and adjust in what feels to me like disgust that she has to share a body with me. Kid, you have no idea how I look forward to having you out in the word and I get my vital organ space back.

It was kind of cool and I'm glad I did it. I know lots of people like the old school birth surprises -- seeing what their baby looks like, what gender it is, etc., the day she comes into the solo oxygen-breathing world. I, on the other hand, kind of like peeking in there and seeing what her world was like beforehand.

Here are a few more "shots." She has huge cheeks apparently (which I attribute to her being puffed up with fluid in preparation for the birthing and my dad attributes to me having big cheeks) and really long fingers. And as far as I can tell from her 3D expressions, she doesn't like being bothered while she's napping. She just looks pissed. So obviously this little girl is genetically related to me.

Just hoping we'll go away.

Hand over face. Look how long those digits are!

STOP POKING AT ME!