On this whole baby creating ‘journey’ we’ve been lucky enough have to have a multitude of baby scans. Having twins seems to give you a free pass to scan central – those suckers need to be looked at all the time!
Both our parents have exclaimed how lucky we are to have all these scans, to be able to follow the growth of our unborn girls.
“In my day…”
“When I had my baby…”
(Fill in the blanks of how medical equipment of the 60s and 70s was rudimentary at best.)
This is all very well but I actually want to give some feedback on this. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
Our first few ultrasounds were great – the usual lovely feelings of shock, excitement, interest and love overwhelmed us. Then came the 3D scan. Shock. Sit down. Deep breath.
I’ve decided these 3D scans, are just, well, damn right freaky. From the depths of Susan’s uterus appears these creatures of the deep. Murky brown blobs with facial features and freakishly big heads.
Am I meant to still have those feelings of love? Because it actually scared the sh*t out of me.
All around me, soon to be mums wave the scans around with pride and joy – ‘Isn’t he gorgeous?’ ‘Look how cute her nose is!’
Err no. And stop waving those scans around me like dirty tissues.
Let’s discuss this in further detail, take ET (our favourite blanketed extra terrestrial) and Jabba the Hutt (Star Wars glamour boy). Notice their fine delicate features? Yes?
Now please see a close up of my twins:
It’s uncanny! All they need is a space ship and a laser gun and they are two steps away from being guardians of the galaxy.
Great, we’re having aliens. I WILL love them no matter what, and if all else fails we will have to do what Susan always says – Accessorise!
For all you potential parents out there, brace yourself. And may the force be with you.