I had my first sonogram when I was 5 months pregnant. I remember it was the day after my brothers birthday. I drank more water then I had probably ever drank in my entire life that day. Thankfully the bathroom was just a few steps from the room they put me in for the sonogram. And the wait time was minimal from the time I checked in at the front desk to the time they called me into the room for the test.
My sons father was with me and of course the only sonograms I had witnessed were on TV. On TV they have huge screens that would give some TVs a run for the money in real life. The woman would usually be in a bed that looked comfortable and she usually had at least three or four pillows behind her head and the hairs on top of her head were never out of place. And dressed in unrevealing hospital gowns that magically close in the front and back they smile and their gown is carefully lifted off of their big or medium size bellys and something that looks in between slime and jelly is placed on the tummy and a doctor usually smiles at the couple, the husband sitting on a stool right by the gorgeous wife holding her hand as they lovingly gaze at each other and look at the screen in font of them as the doctor points at the screen and says the baby is a healthy boy or girl.
Well, my experience was a whole lot different from the fantasy in my mind. The room was dark and reminded me of what a dark room must look like back in the day when pictures were developed that way routinely. It was a large room. On one side was a small stool. That's where my sons father was directed to sit by the technician. She was an older blonde woman with a short haircut wearing pink scrubs and no smile. She then motioned me to the table on the other side of the room where the table was. The same sort of table that's in any doctors office anywhere nothing special. It was hard and uncomfortable and only had on pillow on the end of the table. I hobbled up on the table fully dressed and laid down as told. The screen was on my left side along with the technician. I couldn't see it even if I turned my head in that direction. I was not happy until she gave me a mirror and asked if I wanted to see. I thought that was a dumb question of course I did. I was told to lift my shirt just enough to uncover my stomach. I did. She then put the goo stuff on my stomach that to my surprise wasn't cold at all. So, then the sonogram began. I held up the hand mirror and felt bad for my sons father whom I knew couldn't see a thing from a stool across the room. They never told him he could move closer so we both assumed he couldn't. I looked in the hand mirror the best I could and my son wasn't having any of it and kept moving around like crazy. I asked if it was a boy or girl and she pointed to the screen and said boy.
It probably took all of 20 minutes from start to finish if that long. I got a few grainy pictures and off to the bathroom I ran.
After I got back home I was looking at the pictures and in one picture from the sonogram my son had his fist raised like when you are excited after spinning the wheel on the Price is Right and you get a dollar. I know. That's what I get for watching the price is right every morning. Then a name came in my mind. No, not Bob Barker. But, the name Joshua.
I knew that would be his first name. My sons father laughed and said it must have been divine intervention or something that gave me that name.o looked at him and smiled and said yep that's his name.
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