It's a...............

We had a really cool ultrasound today. Much more modern than the last two. And the woman doing the ultrasound was truly one with the computer. There is a good chance she is a fembot but I decided not to bring the issue up with her directly. (Remember when Vanessa's head exploded??)

Anyway, this fembot lathered up Karin's belly with hot liquid goo and then proceeded to manipulate the baby with the ultrasound probe in her right hand, while simultaneously typing furiously with her left hand. All the while she was calling out information to us: "There's one kidney. There's the other kidney. That's the heart. 160 beats per minute. Within limits. There's a foot. There's the spine. There's the face..." And so on. The image was changing constantly. At one point, I swear I saw a rabbit in there. Most of the time it just looked like an alien. Who knows if the ultrasound was even turned on? It could all just be simple animation and a very good billing system. All in all it was very entertaining and worth every penny.

And then she asked "Do you want to know what you're having?" I must say, that was rather a dramatic moment. The question just hung there, in the darkened examination room, waiting for us to make our first of what we anticipate to be hundreds of thousands (millions?) of decisions as parents. Of course we had talked about it... but everything seemed significantly more poignant at that moment, in that examination room, in front of that fembot. We looked at each other in great anticipation, and then blurted out, "Yes!"

Five seconds later she had the Money $hot on the screen:

Apparently the fembot had been stimulating the little guy. He seems to be rather happy to have met her.

Here is the conversation that ensued:

Fembot: It's a boy.
Me: Is he well tempered?
Fembot: What?
Me: Is he a good boy?
Fembot: I can't tell that from the ultrasound.


Fembots are n0t known for their sense of humor.


Had you spent the last 4 days evacuated from your home and in close quarters with a group of adorable little people melting down at various times of the day, you would have asked the same thing.

It was all very exciting. Black and chrome it is (and I won't have to spend the next 14 years worrying about what happens when she becomes a teenager!).

The little guy weighs 12 ounces, comes complete with a full set of limbs and organs, and is 100% innocent.

The proud mother is in very good spirits today, notwithstanding the fact that she has been moving every day, living out of a suitcase, and has been living in complete uncertainty about whether everything we own even exists anymore. I expect her mood has a lot to do with the fact that, while we were abruptly displaced from our home, we were immediately welcomed and accommodated by friends and family.