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My Baby, the Creepy Alien

Well, we got 2 new ultrasounds yesterday while at the OB/GYN. Unfortunately, they couldn't tell us gender yet, but we did get to see the heartbeat again, see the spine, and watch the baby actually move. Several times during the course of the ultrasound, the baby would cover it's face with it's arms. It was inherently adorable. Next time, they tell us we should be able to hear the heartbeat. That's going to be pretty cool, methinks.

So, here are the ultrasounds. I'll attach each one, and then remark about them. The first is just the baby length-wise. You can clearly see the head to the left, it's the round orbish thing. The body of the baby is the oblong thing to the right of the orbish head. Not a lot of definition, but you can see, it's just about run out of space in the uterus. DrummerWife had best get a-growin' so that our child has room to play.


The next photo to the left here is rotated 90 degrees so that you can see the crazy looking alien face that DrummerBaby is currently sporting. It's the freaky looking thing inside the conveniently included red box that I've put in there.








And last but certainly not least is a close-up of the creepy alien face. I mean holy crap, the thing doesn't even look human. Of course, it is only 13 weeks old. But seriously, if you saw that thing coming at you out of a dark hallway on an abandoned starship somewhere in the outer reaches of the solar system, you're going to crap your pants, and open fire with your space marine machine gun. Even if it is only the size of a lime.

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