Lucidia Lohman

Rogue Bean Hides From Ultrasound Technician

Why is it that these “parents” people insist on monitoring me every few weeks? I have been gestating (officially) now for 26 weeks and 1 day and, to celebrate, my parents took me back to that hospital for more picture-taking. I would have been much happier cuddling up to a baby movie with some nice warm nom noms, but Mom and Dad insisted that they need to make sure that I don’t have cysters in my brain. I think that’s what she called them anyway. At least this time Dad didn’t bring the video camera. Silly Dad… he still hasn’t shown you all my first video, and it’s a shame, because I was really moving the first time around. This time I just mooned my parents. That was funny!

At the doctor’s office, they made us wait in the very loud waiting room for an hour and a half. I think Mom was about ready to pull her hair out, and Dad kept saying in a real loud voice “I wish people would learn how to schedule things responsibly.” (Judge Judy was on, though, so that quieted Mom down. Mom really likes her and said she should be the next president or something.) Before we could go into the ultrasound room to get the picture-taking over with, I had to sit through an episode of some soapy opera and Judge Judy. These shows are so silly.

Happily I can report there are no cysters in my brain or my heart, and the doctor thought so much of my performance during the picture-taking that he didn’t even think it necessary to talk to Mom and Dad afterward. So, yeah, I’m super healthy. I’m two pounds, one ounce. I need to watch my figure, but I love me a good Whopper. Oh, and I ultimately had the last laugh today, refusing to flip over or move into a position conducive to getting a photo of my face. Here’s my foot (ready to kick the ultrasound tech if she calls me a “bad girl” one more time): (more…)