No Clever Title Needed

We saw our unborn child today. I could say any number of things right now, and believe me, I will because I'm a longwinded saminabatch. But just as I will never forget the first time I heard our child's heartbeat, the first image of the Bean will stay with me forever.
It's weird, I have seen ultrasound pictures before, and I have never really understood what I was seeing. Seeing the living fetus's image on the screen though was surreal. You could see two tiny chambers of its heart beating (about 145 bpm) and by god it was moving. Despite the fact that this little bun needs a few more months in the oven, it was twitching and undulating in the safety of Margaret's womb. The pic above is actually from today's session. The curved white part is the spine, with the head immediately to its right. It looks like the Bean is lying on its stomach, with the head dipped down. As I suppose is appropriate in this scenario, the Bean is curled up in the fetal position. I plan to strike the same pose when I get the Bean's first college tuition bill in 2024. Har har...
Did I get emotional as I watched the Bean do its best to avoid the ultrasound transducer? You betcha.
Someday, far in the future, I'll be able to show the Bean this blog, and he or she will be able to see the first view we saw. I think of all of the things that we'll do together, and I get more and more impatient to meet him or her. I want to take a photo of the Bean each year of its life, preferably in the same place each year. I want to take it to its first concert. I didn't go to my first concert until I was 12, but I'm willing to bet that the Bean will take in a rock show earlier than that. A friend of mine suggested that calling our unborn child "Bean" was a sure way to make sure he or she wound up in therapy. Well, my wife was nicknamed Bunni from an early age, and is still called such by certain family members. It hasn't hurt her any. It's an affectionate term, and so is "Bean."