Famous P

A Picture

Awright, time to give this baby a spin...the blogging system that is. Not the child. I would never spin a child. As the PSA's say spinning, stirring or otherwise rotating your baby about any axis will bruise the vodka. And god forbid our vodka tonic should be bruised. Anyway, I'm posting this, the first picture of our baby.

There was one before this during the first ultrasound when I got to hear my child's heartbeat for the first time. That was probably the most momentous sound I think I have ever heard. Up until that point, the idea that we were pregnant, or rather that my wife was pregnant and I was just nervous, was just that, an idea. It seemed quaint and thus distant, light, airy, small, insignificant, insubstantial, not really a part of reality. I guess you could say that it was the last stage of denial. But that heartbeat came out of the speakers at 179 beats per minute and everything changed. I spent the whole day fighting the urge to cry and then later on, after the wife had gone to sleep, I wept like a child.

But this picture is a bit more identifiable than that one. In the lower left corner is the head. The little arm/flippers are above it, curled up in, surprisingly, the fetal position. The tyke is just over two centimeters here, soon to be a gargantuan mutant death machine, an unstoppable killing machine dispensing justice and ice cream...hey, a guy can dream can't he?