Sarah had a requisite ultrasound on Monday - it turned out to be quite a long day for Stella. The sonographer was getting just a little irritated when Noodil started somersaulting in Sa's tummy. After some time of trying to get a clear shot and Stella starting to go bananas - bored, no afternoon tea, no afternoon sleep and some strange woman squirting evil blue jelly on Mumma's tummy - she'd had enough and called a time out (Sa thinks for a fag). I took Stella for a walk when Sa went in for another round and the pics came out well. When Sa suggested that perhaps the ultrasound was causing Noodil to jump around, she was abruptly admonished with a "No, they don't feel it!" in that special way that hospital workers do so well. You are the patient = ignorant. I am the paramedical professional = all-knowing. I can't help but take the opportunity for a dig at the system...
But, hey, check out the images - Noodil is smiling for the camera!
