If you haven’t heard yet, I am pregnant with my first child. Several weeks ago, my husband asked me how big the baby was. I told him the embryo was about the size of a Brazil nut. We’ve both been calling it a Brazil nut ever since. I’ll admit it’s not the best reference term, but it is better than “monster,” which is what one of my brothers and his wife called their second child after she was born. Supposedly, they thought her grunting sounds were like those of a Sesame Street monster.

So I had an ultrasound yesterday to make sure that everything is okay with the Brazil nut. There were the typical comments about how cute the pixelated black and white image was and how fast the fetus moved, to which I responded, “good thing our yard is fenced.” A few jokes later and we were laughing pretty hard, which makes ultrasound imaging difficult. When I stopped laughing enough for the technician to proceed, it appeared the baby was laughing too. The still image below doesn’t do it justice, but you get the idea.

We were also able to determine that the baby is probably a boy, which is a good thing since I’ve been absentmindedly refering to him with masculine pronouns. Of course, after we determined his gender, he decided to show off his strength with a kick.

If you haven’t seen enough ultrasounds to know, the picture above is of his left foot.

Hmmm……If I’m this bad with ultrasound pictures, there is no hope for this child once he’s born. Then again, if his hyperactivity during the ultrasound is any indication, I might be so worn out from chasing him around that I won’t have time to post funny pictures.