Yesterday afternoon we had our appointment for my 3D ultrasound that was a complimentary gift from my OB's office (otherwise we would have never paid to have one done). I was pretty excited about it because it was a chance to see who Carter was going to look like. Plus, ultrasounds are kind of fun when you know that everything is alright.
This time I made sure to chug a liter of water before the appointment so that this didn't become a repeat of the 20 week ultrasound, complete with digging into my pubic bone. When we got to the office my bladder was so full that if I sneezed, I would have lost it all. I'm not kidding, either. Logan hung out with Bill while I was on the exam table, playing with his cars, stickers & flash cards. The technician was having a difficult time getting a good picture of Carter because he was in the pike position with both his hands AND his feet in his face (with his head down). She kept poking at him with the ultrasound wand trying to get him to move. "How many women have peed on your table?", I asked her. "Two. In 25 years", she replied. "Well, if we keep poking at him like this it's going to be three", I laughed. There was no moving the kid so she had me take a break & empty my bladder. Afterward I ate some food & drank some juice to get him to move some more.
We tried again with me on my side & although this time Carter got his hands & feet out of his face, he turned & hid in the placenta. She even resorted to pushing on my belly with both of her hands (it didn't hurt, but she did use some pressure to move him). We didn't get any clear pictures of him & the ones we did get were of his chin, a profile & maybe some other random parts of his face. He was/is as stubborn as both Logan & myself. That ought to make for some exciting times, huh! Although, the pictures that we did get & the glimpses that I saw on the screen, Carter seems to look more like me than Bill.
The funniest part of the whole experience was when Logan was watching the screen & said, "Monkey! Scary monkey!". "No, that's your little brother", Bill told him. I had to laugh & it was hard to stop. Good thing I had an empty bladder!
I'm glad we didn't have to pay for this because it was a complete waste of time. The technician did everything she could (& more than I thought was required) to get us some pictures. It's just the way things work out sometimes. It's not all bad though, we'll meet Carter soon enough (9 weeks & counting!).