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At 11 weeks, the doctor couldn't hear my heartbeat, so she
took a closer look with an ultrasound machine to make sure I was ok.
Despite the fact that I wasn't very developed yet, the doctor was
sure I was a boy (Boy, was she wrong).
 I was so embarassed at her mistake, I couldn't bear to look.
 Several weeks later, I had a "normal," scheduled ultrasound. This time I knew my secret would be revealed, but I wanted to keep everyone in suspense. So... I kept my legs closed the whole time!
 For some reason, they only took pics of my arms and legs...
About a week later, Mom and Dad took me to an expert ultrasound
technician. I figured there was no sense trying to hide anymore...  I figured this might be my last ultrasound (turns out, I was right) so I let them get some great pics of me. Sucking my thumb...
 ...a profile (don't I look like my Mommy when she was a kid?)...
..and I let them count my toes...  |
