Yesterday morning, we had the first ultrasound. As you can see, the kid clearly takes after me, insofar as I like frogs, and it has had the good taste to kinda sorta look like one if you squint your eyes properly. No, really, check out the close-up:
Anyway, we also got to hear the heartbeat, which was pretty cool. It was actually cooler than I thought it would be. In addition, Melissa tells me that before one can hear the heartbeat, there is roughly a 99.9% chance that the embryo will spontaneously combust, causing untold death and destruction. Once you can hear the heartbeat, for a young healthy woman, the chances of miscarriage drop to approximately .00000001%, and chances are that the embryo will in fact be born and become just like Mother Theresa, except with Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's vertical leap.
I may have to check with Melissa again on those numbers, but you get the gist of it.
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