While I realize that all sonogram pictures look alike (blobby, vaguely alien) I can't help but be several kinds of charmed by this little guy. The nose! The nose! (I also have a lovely picture of his teensy weensy peensy, compliments of our sonogram technician. She even included a helpful little arrow in case we missed it, which should be good for all kinds of blackmail come the teen years.)
Tests came back great. All the vitals are vital. I do have to go in for an electrocardiogram but it's just a precaution. They couldn't get the kid to turn enough to get a good look at his heart and since I had some troubles when I was a wee lass, they want to make sure everything's A-OK with Possum. I was supposed to go in for it today but unfortunately all hell broke loose.
Because it rained.
Seriously, the city shuts down for this kind of shit? We are D-O-O-M-E-D.