the official divination is in

Apparently Schrodinger's baby (not that he had anything to do with it, you understand) is a girl; I don't know to what percent certainty this determination is, but the lady doing the ultrasound didn't seem in any doubt about it. She has also got an impressive array of bones developing and four chambers of little pumping heart, though instead of a lovely picture of her spine or anything, the only print-out I was given was a headshot, which still doesn't look an awful lot like anything. Such, I think, is the disconnect between those who look at ultrasounds all the time, and those of us who can only distinguish the really obvious stuff. (Grauwulf, looking at the picture, started identifying which bits looked like Mediterranean coastline.) It's also rather amazing the difference between the pictures in motion on the ultrasound machine-- which are becoming more and more possible for me to sort out as the kid begins to look more like what we think of as a human being-- and the snapshot stills on the monitor. And even those are about twice as good resolution as the printed pictures, so by the time I get stuff home to share, it's kind of indeterminate.

Of course, while I've definitely changed shape and nutritional intake and all that, I still haven't felt the kid move yet, and so I'm always just vaguely paranoid when I go in again that they'll spin up the ultrasound and there won't be anyone in there. Hence the Schrodinger comparison. So far I am four for four on continued baby existence.

the official divination is in

Apparently Schrodinger's baby (not that he had anything to do with it, you understand) is a girl; I don't know to what percent certainty this determination is, but the lady doing the ultrasound didn't seem in any doubt about it. She has also got an impressive array of bones developing and four chambers of little pumping heart, though instead of a lovely picture of her spine or anything, the only print-out I was given was a headshot, which still doesn't look an awful lot like anything. Such, I think, is the disconnect between those who look at ultrasounds all the time, and those of us who can only distinguish the really obvious stuff. (Grauwulf, looking at the picture, started identifying which bits looked like Mediterranean coastline.) It's also rather amazing the difference between the pictures in motion on the ultrasound machine-- which are becoming more and more possible for me to sort out as the kid begins to look more like what we think of as a human being-- and the snapshot stills on the monitor. And even those are about twice as good resolution as the printed pictures, so by the time I get stuff home to share, it's kind of indeterminate.

Of course, while I've definitely changed shape and nutritional intake and all that, I still haven't felt the kid move yet, and so I'm always just vaguely paranoid when I go in again that they'll spin up the ultrasound and there won't be anyone in there. Hence the Schrodinger comparison. So far I am four for four on continued baby existence.

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