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

It's a boy, it's a's a David Bowie alter ego?

I have finally hit a major milestone in my pregnancy. I can now go into the doctor’s office without being told to “disrobe from the waste down,” and hop into the stirrups. In fact, at my 12-week ultrasound, the most undressing I had to do was unbutton the top of my pants. I couldn’t believe my luck. The wand actually goes on top of your stomach. What a new and pleasant experience from the ultrasounds of old. I’m used to the ultrasound wand that wears a condom and lube, literally.

The 12-week ultrasound has been one of the best parts of this pregnancy so far, besides actually finding out I was pregnant and seeing the heartbeat at 7-weeks. We actually got a chance to see the baby in full action, fist pumps, chest bumps, and all. It actually looked like a mini-baby to my surprise. I'm not sure exactly what I was expecting, but compared to the last two times I've seen it, a lot of progress has been made, including actual arms and legs. And, this time, I haven't even lost the ultrasound pictures yet.

For the moment, we have decided to call the baby Ziggy Stardust Hummel. And as you will see, we didn't choose that name, it chose itself.

I like to think it's a fist pump, but Ziggy Stardust might actually just be punching me in the uterus

side pose, Vogue style

Ladies and Gentleman, the side effects of IVF drug use...May I present to you Ziggy Stardust Hummel.