Ivan Squished the Baby.

So, we had our Nuchal Translucency appointment on Friday, and I really like the clinic where it's done at, very friendly... and very willing to give us lots of PICTURES!  Yay!  Unfortunately, we couldn't do the measurements, because my clinic apparently sent over the info that said I was at 12 weeks already, instead of 11 weeks and 3 days.  Apparently this makes a really big difference in the size of the baby, and they were unable to complete the testing.  *sigh*  So we'll get another ultrasound again two weeks from Friday, and hopefully then they'll be able to do the screening for Down Syndrome.

This is just fine with me, as I relish any and all opportunities to stare raptly at the screen and see our baby try to fit his hand in his mouth (couldn't reach) and kick out like a tadpole (couldn't feel it).  Active little guy.  Had a heartrate of 172 and really, moved around quite a bit.  Really fun to see. 

And we did walk away with some really good pictures... and therein lies the story.

See, Ivan has this idea that since I get to walk around with the baby ALL the time, he is well within his rights to lay immediate claim to any and all external proof - ie., pictures - of the baby's existence.  And thus, directly after the appointment, the pictures were rolled into a tiny scroll and tucked away into his jacket pocket, therein to reside until he succumbed to the desire to unroll said scroll juuuuuust enough to look at the very first picture - a really cute profile shot.  I imagine this rolling and unrolling happened several times during the course of the rest of his day at work. 

At some point after he got home, I hear a gasp from the bedroom and, poking my head into the room, I saw Ivan holding his scroll in his hand, looking at me with the most woebegone expression I've ever seen him adopt, and subsequently he uttered the line I will remember forever... "I squished the baby!"

Sure enough, the scroll was indeed flat, which meant there were creases across (yep, you guessed it) the middle of each picture.

He was so upset.

So currently, the most recent baby pictures are being pressed under a stack of books in hopes of decompressing the baby.  Or at least the images thereof.

The real McCoy seems to be just fine, although he was ravenous today and I feel quite ashamed of my willingness to give in to his appetite.  I hope I haven't set an ominous precedent already.  As soon as the pictorial McCoy  is flattened out, we'll get 'em posted.

In the meantime, I have my 12 week checkup tomorrow which, after the excitement of the NT screening, seems anticlimactic.  But I'll happily share anything new upon return home.