OK, sounds a little (no pun intended) dirty. But I am referring to the rapidly growing clump of cells that Emilee is incubating. We had our first scheduled ultrasound this week.
I really am amazed at what technology can do. I don't think it is as impressive to Emilee because she gets subjected to all of this testing and stuff. I just get to sit back and watch. The remaining ultrasounds won't be so bad. They will do the technique that everyone pictures when you think of an ultrasound. You know, a huge pregnant woman with her belly looking like it is going to split open and they are rubbing a wand all over it. But that is not the type of ultrasound we had done. It had to get closer. Fellas ask your wives for more details.
So the wand is placed and all of a sudden we can see...
Well, I can't really tell what we are looking at. On the screen is a black and white image of, of something! The Ultrasound technician starts in with "It looks perfect! You can see the head and the body. Oh! and look, there's the cord." She points at the screen to show us where everything is, but I am pretty sure that she could have told us anything. She could have told me she could she two heads on the baby and I would have not known any better. I looked at Emilee and we had the same look on our faces.
You know the look. It's the look you give the mechanic when he tells you the 5th fetzer valve is stuck. The look you give your wife when she tries to explain the intricacies of her fertility charting, or the look she gives you when you try to explain that fantasy football IS a sport. The look many of us give the customer service people at the wireless store as they explain why the new gadget is far superior to the one you bought 6 months ago and paid $400 for. The look means "I have to trust you because I don't know any better. Please don't be f'ing with me!"
Fortunately the technician seemed to be the honest sort. And it was all good news! The baby is one inch long right now and growing at one millimeter per day. After a little instruction, we could see the heart beat and the blood moving through the umbilical cord. Pretty awe inspiring when you realize what goes on to get to this point. God is definitely in the works!
So now we are in the 90% zone for going to term. Good feelings all around. Oh and before I forget, Emilee does not want me giving away the name of our boy/girl. Something about bad luck. So don't let her know I told you the following: Girl Name - Krystall Montana Bozicevich & Boy Name - Tracey Ruprecht Bozicevich.
Stay Safe,
Rob
PS - You fix the stuck fetzer valve with gauze pads and 30 weight motor oil.
Kind of makes you rethink the whole abortion thing huh?
ReplyDeleteBTW - Pick a boys name, not one that is going to get his ass kicked and teased until he is grown. Sounds almost like you are trying to name a disease man.
The Ktystall thing, is that a new special and does it come with fries?
Par A Noid (Bud)
Don't give in to the "girls name" comment. Being Kris with a K like a girl all my life I turned out pretty well. At least that is what my therapist tells me. It builds character. I really am happy for you both. Take care.
ReplyDeleteGreat... you gave away the names. Someone is sure to steal them. Now we have to think of more... I'm putting Thor Guenther Bozicevich back on the table.
ReplyDeleteTwo thoughts -
ReplyDelete1. Kris, what makes you think the therapist is any good or right? :o)
2. Mimi, don't rule out Oden or Hercules either. Plus there is all of the Chinese options. Just throw a hand full of silverware down the stairs and use the sound as the name.
'Noid
We had thought about adopting a baby from China and we thought we should change our name so they wouldn't feel out of place. We couldn't decide between Chang Bozichong or Ching Wankovich. How will we ever decide??
ReplyDeleteWell, there is always Jasper, Cedric or Raylene. Expand your horizions. You might even want to consider something - say - Arabic. Fateema may be good. Then there is Acmed. Agonizing decisions.
ReplyDelete'Noid
Ruprecht? Really?
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