Chesno Dyevochka

Yesterday Jenn, Turner, and I loaded up in the car on my lunch break and went to a ski lodge. Well, it looks like a ski lodge at least. It was really the fanciest OBGYN office I have ever been to (not that I've been to enough to make a coffee table book or anything). Imagine 20' ceilings with exposed beams. Rich leather couches and fire to ward off the cold, snowy Cache Valley weather. Yup, that's a ski lodge, but at this lodge there is no doubt, less hot chocolate and more prodding being done.

We were all there for the mid-gestation ultrasound. This is the one where we could find out the gender, see the heart beat, the brain, spinal chord, possible deformities, organs, and all. Turner was really looking forward to it. As a nearly-5-year-old boy he is really into guts, blood, bones, and how the body works. Jenn thinks he might be a doctor, I think he'll be a soldier like me. We both get to see all that.

But, in the words of my sister-in-law, I digress. This fancy ski lodge also had a fancy ultrasound machine. You could change over to hyperactive 3D mode. I believe this is the mode Tom Cruise most often uses when he is performing home-based ultrasounds on his knocked up, live in.

Anyway, in 3D you can get a look at the face of the baby and just about anything else. The face didn't quite look fully formed yet, so it's safe to say that as of right now, the new baby looks like me.

Turner had a good time but surprisingly, was more interested in the Dr. Suess book he picked up in lobby than in the brain and guts and . . . well, you get the picture. He still had a good time and liked what he saw. The most important thing was that the baby is healthy, on schedule (to be delivered on Turner's 5th birthday), and everything looked normal. Plus, we got to celebrate by going to a big Chinese food buffet. Nothing says, hooray for a new baby like all you can eat fried meat.

Oh, and by the way, dyevochka means we're having a new baby girl.