On Tuesday I was in a much cleaner environment, but still not in my studio.
In true nervous dad fashion my husband was late. Then he got lost.
He ended up with the entire female staff of the imaging center texting him directions while I lay on the table covered in ultra sound goo. He was breathless and flustered when he arrived, little beads of sweat and wild scared eyes. He had taken a tour of the abandoned section of the old hospital next door; running up and down dilapidated corridors and unused waiting rooms.
I looked with joy as his whole face changed. The grainy black and white image started to punch the air. Brad stared in amazement and as the ultra-sound wand slipped over my bump, down the little torso to a pair of kicking froggy legs with big feet. A smile grew across is face, he looked at me, “it’s a boy!”
08th Mar 2010