Ultrasound gone wrong

I know many of you have been waiting for the ultrasound update, so here it is. The week started out with a regular ultrasound appointment, which – no joke – lasted exactly 17 minutes. Granted it was performed by some Chief of Ultrasoundtology (I’m sure that’s not his exact title), it was so fast that I barely got undressed before the guy proclaimed, “we’re done!”. So disappointing. I guess both babies looked good, weighing in at 3 lbs 5 oz. (This was around 29.5 weeks). Needless to say, I didn’t get any pictures, but one – of Lukas’ penis! Really?! That is one thing I really did not need to see. The doc was very proud of his picture….geez! I left there thinking that the 3D ultrasound we had scheduled for the weekend (right at 30 weeks) could only get better. Little did I know.

We went to “Prenatal Universe” in Tacoma somewhat suspiciously after the guy had told me that he only does ultrasounds on the weekends because he has another job during the week. His “business” consisted of a one-room basement Suite in the Tacoma Mall building. I was glad that Ben was there with me, although in retrospect I have to say that the guy was very professional. Our appointment was at 1pm and by 3:30pm we still did not have any good pictures. Neither baby cooperated; in fact, they both had their arms crossed right in front of their little faces. The guy had me get up, climb stairs, eat something sweet, drink water – nothing worked! The pictures that he was able to take were scary (at least to me). Both babies looked like freakish alien clowns, another image I really do not need to ever see again. I seriously thought the images would give me nightmares. Thankfully, they didn’t, but it was still a strange, and disappointing, experience. I know the guy felt really bad, too. He spent 2 hours with us and didn’t even want to charge us a dime because he felt like he was not able to get any good shots. While we briefly considered coming a week or so later, the guy honestly said that it probably would not get any better, as space would get smaller and smaller. We never did go back and are now waiting for the next normal ultrasound, hopefully not with Dr. “Check-out-this-cool-penis”, but with one of the ultrasound techs who know what they are doing.