A pause to marvel: this is the first view of the first member of the next generation of our family. He (as the ultrasound tech believes "him" to be) looks like he is made of chocolate, and I refuse to believe I am old enough to become a great-aunt until it is proven that he is made of the usual weave of human tissues - or frogs and snails and puppy dog tails.
And as these U/S techs are so frequently incorrect on the sex of the baby, I am afraid that assuming that I have a great-nephew on the way is still a bit silly. So, I shall call him Betsy Trotwood Copperfield for now and await confirmation in a couple of months.
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