"As for me, I'll take one baby marinated in a dish please"

What do you mean it's not all about ME?

I just realized I haven't even posted anything about the baby or my first ultrasound. All of my posts are conveniently about ME!! How I feel, what I am doing, my opinions, etc. Can I blame it on the fact that infertility breeds a sense of selfishness? Probably not.

Anyway, this post was going to be all about the baby fetus, who is almost officially 10 weeks old. I even spent the morning (the little part that I wasn't on the couch), looking for my first ultrasound. But to my dismay, I think it is gone. Lost to the clutches of rapid house cleaning. At this very moment it might be turning into an organic restaurant menu, or maybe an employee handbook make out of 75 percent recycled material. Regardless of what has become of it, I no longer have it.

In the past, I would have never acknowledged this mishap and instead gone to the internet and scooped an ultrasound off Google images like the one below.

And then I would have added the caption "Baby Hummel."

Because truth be told, I couldn't pick our baby out of an ultrasound line up if my life depended on it. And the above ultrasound looks as good as any, probably, including mine. And if I couldn't pick the baby out, nobody else would be able to either.... Except for the fact that I believe the picture I posted says it is Heather's baby from AZ Women's Clinic. Not Krista's baby from PV OBGYN. Oh well, can't sweat the small stuff.

This is not the first time I have used Google images to cover for me when I have failed to find a critical picture. The last time this happened was when I lost my dog, Kona, while she was chasing rabbits. I couldn't find any pictures of her in her adult life so I took to Google images to find a similar looking picture. Judge for yourself the similarities:

This is the actual "lost sign" I used with the impostor Kona.

The real Kona

Not bad for an internet look-alike right?

Not only did we find her (although, not through the posters but rather Craigslist), two little girls recognized her and called her by name the next time I had her on a walk. All thanks to Google images. And now, thanks to that incident, I have so many of pictures of Kona in her adult life, that I will never have to use an impostor if something similar should ever occur again.

As far as the ultrasound picture, my doctor hopefully has another copy that she can scan for me. At which time I will compare it to the one above to see how well my maternal instincts are kicking in.

But if she doesn't, I will Photoshop the above ultrasound to say "Hummel, Krista, PV OBGYN" and put it in the baby book hoping none will be any the wiser.