Dear friend, pay close attention to this, my wisdom; listen very closely to the way I see it.
Then you’ll acquire a taste for good sense;
what I tell you will keep you out of trouble.
We had our 20-week ultrasound today. Ian got to see the little person for the first time, and the baby obliged by doing babyish things like sucking a thumb, opening and closing its mouth, and generally wiggling around a fair bit (which I could already have told you about, since I’ve been feeling that for the last week or more). The ultrasound gal said the baby was being coy and not letting us easily tell if it was a boy or girl, which is what we really wanted to know.
Eventually, however, enough prodding finally did give us what we were looking for:
It’s a boy velociraptor! Isn’t he cute?? He’s 20 months, 3 days old and weighs 12 ounces. He’ll definitely grow up to have Ian’s height, although he’ll probably inherit my speed.
OK, OK, you’re right. I know promised I wouldn’t post ultrasound pictures, but I mean really, when the nurse saw that little velociraptor in there, she nearly fell off her chair. There’s me and Ian, and we’re sitting there clearly mammals… and yet we’re having one of the most terrifying reptilian predators ever to roam the earth! I plan on raising him right, though. Some day we’ll be going out for mom-son bike rides together, and nobody will bat an eye.
For those of you really dying for an ultrasound picture, here you go.
And, in closing, Ian contributes an amusingly apropos ad.