But several family members do not yet, so I can’t blog about it.  I can blog about being in the Ultrasound room all morning.  All three times we have had one so far, we have had the same Ultrasound technician.  She’s very nice and very thorough.  This morning, she mentioned that GE had some new machines in that they are trying to sell the hospital.  These machines are also capable of 3D  imaging!  Okay, awesome!

So we did the regular Ultrasound.  Got to see multiple images of Baby, including the heart, the stomach, the head, the face, the hands, the kidneys, the footsies, the bladder, the stomach, the sex-organs, etc.  Problem was, Baby wouldn’t hold still!  The tech was getting frustrated over how long it was taking to get the pictures she needed, and she’s very very patient.  But then she got them all and went to get the GE rep to use the new machine.

The images on the new machine were much much better, but Baby would not cooperate to have his/her picture taken.  And this kept on when the U.S. tech put the 3D imager to work.  Baby would not take his/her hands away from his/her face!  It was very adorable, frankly, but it took a while to get an image of Baby’s face.  He/she looks like his/her Mommy! I commented that he/she is definitely our kid, with all this squirming and dancing around.

I also learned a clue today to why I tap tap tap all the time.  My mom was a medical secretary while she was pregnant with me.  So I sat in front of an electric (1970s) typewriter for hours a day, hearing the nice, soothing rhythm produced by my mom’s fantastic typing abilities (seriously).  My mom told me that I moved around a lot while she was typing.  This explains my (ahem) pretty good sense of rhythm perhaps but also my constant tapping (my hands, my pen, my toothbrush, an empty bottle or can, etc.) that drives my poor wife nuts.  My foot’s tapping on my desk right now, like crazy.  I’m freakin musical, and I owe it to my mom.  I wonder how to ensure that Baby is musical?  Playing bass?  Mandolin?  Mommy’s singing (Daddy can’t sing)?  Bike bells dinging?

I don’t have an electric typewriter.