I’m a day shy of being 13 weeks pregnant and had an ultrasound today. The first part of the appointment was a genetic counselor trying to scare me about fragile X syndrome because three of my family members have autism (all have been tested, none have Fragile X or chromosomal abnormalities).

Anyway, baby daddy was there and was making the ultrasound tech nervous by standing behind her trying to get a good look. No good looks were to be had, because baby Flossie is already a jerk just like mom. The ultrasound went on for over an hour because every time the tech would get the baby into a good spot, it would move somewhere else. It’s also completely upside down and decided to turn its butt out to us at several points . After 40 minutes of frustrated laughter because of my spastic offspring, the tech brought in the doctor who tried for another 30 minutes to get a good look and officially declared my cute little jumping bean “difficult.”

My mom was in hysterical laughter when I called her afterwards because I was apparently very much the same, even down to positioning. In fact, my sex was unknown because I moved around too much to tell. I also mooned the ultrasound tech several times. Apparently I scared people while my mom was pregnant because I made her stomach do the wave.

Besides that everything was good, the heart rate was 162, it doesn’t seem like anything is wrong, which is awesome.