I am so over the sonograms. Tuesday’s sonogram was very cool because it was both my first view of the baby and the strong, unmistakeable heartbeat. The doctor didn’t need to tell me what it was; I knew immediately. It was the clearest thing on screen.

Today’s sonogram was far more detailed . . . to the doctor, anyway. Hell if I know what he was looking at. Evidently I have a cyst in an ovary? He said it wasn’t anything to worry about, so I’ll have to take his word for it.

My general policy is that internal organs are internal for a reason, and I think there’s probably a limited number of times in my life that I need to see my ovaries in such detail. There are quite a few other internal organs I’ve never seen, and I am completely at peace with that.

Overall, today’s visit wasn’t a source of any new information. It was just very expensive. There are a number of tests I can get at different times that will isolate any problems, but strangely, the doctor recommended that I only get the tests if I intend to do something about it, which I suppose means abortion.

But the only reason I’d abort the baby is if there was something so wrong that the baby would most certainly die. I see no point in birthing a child whose life will be short and painful. So, although the doctor seemed to be recommending against them, I think we’ll still need some of the tests.

Due Date: November 15th.