Ivy's horrified face

In the midst of the 20-week ultrasound appointment, Ivy and I had a moment.

We'd just spent 45 minutes in the ultrasound room, watching a monitor as the instrument revealed pictures of our daughter. The profiles were cute, but lots of other bits of her anatomy weren't. Some of the pictures were downright creepy.

After the ultrasound, the nurse showed us to a room, took Ivy's blood pressure, and then left us alone. We discussed the images.

"The backbone was freaky," Ivy said. "You should have seen my face when I saw it."

She made a horrified face. I laughed. Then I had a thought. "Do it again. I want to post a picture. 'This is how Ivy looked when she saw the backbone.'"

"No. I can't do it now," she said.

I thought for a moment. Then I remembered the roll of pictures that the nurse gave us when we left the ultrasound room. I unfurled it. "Maybe it's in here. If I show it to you again, then can you do it?"

We were both laughing when the doctor tapped on the door and entered. "I see you two are having fun. This is always the funnest appointment in the pregnancy," she said.

If she only knew.