First and foremost, I have good news. The parasite has a brain, a heart, two kidneys, two lungs, a liver…all those things you hope a human being will have. So yay.
Second, the other news:
As the sonogram goop started to dry around the edges of my gut, the technician withdrew her probe and asked if we wanted to know the sex of our baby. (Rocco was with me. Not Justin Timberlake. So we can just put that rumor to bed. *sigh*)
“Yes,” Rocco shouted and bounced in his seat. I nodded in agreement, trying not to feel like I’d been slimed by a giant green blob while waiting for Dan Akroyd to show up.
She wiggled the probe around and poked my belly until the fetus moved to a better position. “Ah! Here we go! There’s one leg,” she said as she highlighted a femur on the screen. “There’s a second leg,” she said, highlighting another large bone. “And there’s his third leg,” she laughed, pointing at another white spot on the screen.
“Are you sure?” Rocco questioned.
“You’re going to trust me to tell you the kid has all his internal organs but you aren’t going to trust me to recognize a penis?” she asked with feigned indignation.
So it’s official. I’m growing a penis.
I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around it, honestly. Though I seem to have no problem wrapping my uterus around it.
THERE IS A PENIS INSIDE ME RIGHT NOW.
And? Odds are I have an erection, too.