Head over Heels

After much excitment, I finally got to go to my 3d/4d ultrasound.  I was sure I'd see baby Durb's little face with clarity and assign a feature or 2 to me or Scott.

I should have known better.

I know the kind of genetics I'm dealing with.  Uncooperative.  I put it so nicely because we're talking about a baby. 

Little D had almost every possible appendage blocking his face.  A hand, both feet AND the cord.  While he wasn't shy in showing us he is, for sure, a boy, he wouldn't give us a decent shot of his face.  He was literally folded over.  Head over heels.  I'm not even kidding when I say his toes were in his eye sockets at one point.  What the heck?!  And he stayed like that.  The whole time.  He moved.  Yawned.  Bent his knees a little.  Put his legs in a slightly different position above his head, but he let us know that he wasn't shifting position on account of us or our $125 fifteen minutes of camera time.  Brat.

The best I can do is this... a shot of his foot in his face and the cord obscuring part of his head.

So.  What to do?  I want these pictures.  Do I make another appointment to try again?  I can't decide if I want to risk it.  Another $125 for another possible photo failure?  Ugh.  I dunno.  I want to.  I really, REALLY do.  But at that point we're talking $250 which could've almost bought his entire travel system.  Or several other big baby must haves.  I don't have these picture of the other boys and I lived.  But that's kinda why I want them.  They're so cool and I haven't done them before.  BLARG!

To be continued... or not.