That sonogram post reminded me that I recently dealt with an even weirder sonogram issue recently.
This fall, my cousin, who is also pregnant, texted me – yes, I said texted me – her sonogram pictures. I didn’t even know that texting these pictures was an option. When I received it, I was sitting in a small, less-than-clean room in Omaha with the candidate and his body man. They was food, garbage, empty coffee cups, not-so-empty coffee cups that served as the chew spittoon (grosser than I can even explain), and other unmentionables. I was so taken aback by the text that I had to share it with someone and AM was no where to be found. So the candidate and the body man were all I had.
Me: Will you look at what my cousin just sent me?
[Showed them BlackBerry image.]
Body Man: What is it?
Candidate: Looks like the eye of a hurricane.
Me: It’s my cousin’s uterus.
Me: My cousin is pregnant. This is her sonogram photo. Did you know you can text these now?
Me: Is it appropriate to text photos of your uterus?
Candidate: I still think it looks more like a hurricane than anything else.