It always kind of bothered me.
No matter how much explaining people did, wherever they pointed to, regardless of what they said to make it clearer, I have never been able to make head nor rump of ultrasound pictures.
I usually end up nodding and agreeing out of politeness, I was certain this would be no different.
ET pattered over to the examination chair, daintily pulling downwards on the hem of her top in an amusing attempt to preserve modesty in front of the male nurse, before spreading her legs in his face for the third or fourth time.
Off up went the dildo-cam into what is familiar TV territory for us.
There. See that? Fuck. Right there.
Before he could point out anything, before he had a chance to say a word, there it was.
Like a torch being switched on and off in super fast forward mode. Bright, fast, and very very alive.
He didn't need to tell us it was a heartbeat, but he'd have had a tough job finding mine right there and then.
The shape was clear, to me at least, with head to rump measuring just over a centimetre.
Seriously, a bloody centimetre.
The poor bugger was carrying around a yolk sac as big as itself while still measuring a day ahead of the recalculated 7 weeks and 2 day old pregnancy.
Given the parents the wee fella has, this may well be the first and last time it will ever measure ahead on any size chart in its life.
Having a picture to look at is nothing short of amazing. There he/she is. Really there.
Freaky internet people, say hello.