Then today my awesome wife had a bit of a setback. More specifically, she had a setback all over the passenger seat of my car. And in the parking lot of a post office. The woman who was watering her flowers across the street stared unapologetically and the man exiting the office next door told me we were blocking traffic, which was neither true nor appreciated by my vomiting wife.
I always found it odd when people referred to couples as being pregnant. It seemed wrong on principle, at least biologically. And while I'd never claim to understand the discomfort, the nausea, the sheer pain that accompanies having to drink gallons of water without peeing before a sonogram, I'm starting to get why people bandy that phrase about with such little reservation. Cause I may not be carrying that little lime-sized kid around in my belly and enduring the nausea that comes along with it, but this whole pregnancy thing demands a strong team effort, and I'm all in. Believe what I am talking- once you see that tiny fuzzy gray mass move around and hear its beating heart, it's all over. You can't be anything but all in.
So our first sonogram was the most surreal experience of my life. I've seen photos of other sonograms around nine weeks, but I mostly remember barely-distinguishable features that sort of vaguely looked like they might belong to a tiny shrimp-like human thing. Not so with Short Round. We saw a head. We saw a foot. We saw an arm and umbilical cord and placenta and everything. And, I contend, Short Round waved at us. The ultrasound tech said it was just involuntary movement, but I know better. That kids was saying, "Hey mom. Hey dad. Look how awesome I am." I could have watched that for hours.
So there you have it. Proof that there's actually a little person inside Kelsey. We'll get pictures up later this week so you all can revel in the joy that modern technology has afforded us. Shazaam.