Patriot
Isabella is Lazarus
my wife and I tried long n hard to have our first child and developed a close relationship with our OB/GYN"Vibrating taco tower."Aw hell...go buy a Beemer.
The only reason any of us bought a leg roasting, oil-out-the-exhaust-port spewing, cam-chain-tensioner-eating Gen I, or an electrical harness frying, clutch sticking, ignition switch puking Gen II is because we all got dropped on our heads when we cleared the vibrating taco tower.
Oh christ. I'm gonna piss myself. There's a new term for me.
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Rancho "PUI" Bob
I remember the joy of being told she was pregnant, then being told it had "taken" (miscarried the very first pregnancy very early), then scheduled the first ultrasound. AIW laid out on the table, me holding her hand, and Dr Robacheaux (cajun as in Robe ah show) asking if we want to know the sex of our baby. AIW shakes her head, I dunno...and I decide I want to paint the nursery only once and say, "yep, I want to know." AIW looks at me and nods. The good doc says to look closely as he manipulates the wand. I yell, it's a boy, right? There it is sticking out, right? He shakes his head no and says that is the cord sticking out from behind the baby. Oh OK, then what? He laughs and says, "right there, see it, right there where the lines are crossing." I look closely and wonder what he says as there's just a shadow, and then the two knees come into view. "There, Mike, right there, don't you see the taco?" Yep, I saw what could be described as the taco shaped shadow between the knees. First time I saw my first born, my Emily !!! :yahoo: