The REAL ultrasound

I'll admit, after already knowing the gender of my coming baby, the anticipation that usually accompanies a 20 week ultrasound was mild.  I was excited to see the baby, to catch a glimpse of that little person growing as I go about my life.  I was anxious to find out if he was healthy, if there were any concerns.  But I didn't expect to be as moved by it all as I turned out to be.  He was there, my little boy, squirming around and weighing a whopping 13 oz.  And he was perfect.  His spine, his lips, his brain, his heart, they were all beautiful, so said that technician.  And it was really wonderful to just sit back and enjoy looking at his feet, his legs, his profile.  Oh, that sweet, sweet profile.  I was glad there was no pressure on the gender.  The technician was great, very nice and good at her job.  She said she wished she could have proven the mall people wrong and announce my first girl to me, but he was certainly a he.  I told her I was really excited about five boys to which she genuinely asked (and this is going to sound snotty, but it wasn't, trust me on this) "how could you be excited about FIVE BOYS?"  I guess you have to have four boys in order to understand. 

After the ultrasound I was scheduled for a regular doctors appointment.  Kevin and Austin, who had joined me for the ultrasound, left to wait for me at my in-law's house.  Grandpa Larson was kind enough to watch the boys during the ultrasound.  I walked in to find a full waiting room.  I signed in.  There were three people above me who had not yet even been checked in.  Not a good sign, and I wasn't in the mood to just sit around for an hour.  It was 4 o'clock on a beautiful afternoon, Kevin wasn't at work, I had a healthy baby on the way and I wanted to be surrounded by my boys in that moment.  I rescheduled the appointment and we went to the park.  It was a new park, well it was actually a really old park, but we hadn't been there before.  It had a merry-go-round, an old teeter-totter (the kind with a good bump that almost throws you off every time you go up), really high swings, huge tires to climb on and in, a good climbing tree, and a slide that went so fast that it spit you out hard.  It was perfect.  The merry-go-round was like this:

only it had 5 bars coming out of the center.  Each boy sat and wrapped legs around a bar and held on tight as Kevin geared up to spin them.  As I was getting Austin settled, Jack exclaimed "hey, there's five spots!  Just like us when the baby is born!...and grows up like Austin so he can hold on."  My thoughts exactly=)  I had just shown them the ultrasound pictures in the car on the way over to the park, and they oooed and aawed appropriately.  Five boys. Could anything be more fun?