Salted or unsalted?

In keeping with my promise--margaritas for everyone! The little sushi was remarkably huge and moving a lot. Dr. Stonehenge surprised me by asking me to follow him down the hallway to a room where they have a brand new ultrasound machine. It's a great setup with a huge flat screen monitor of the sort my dorky brother bought to watch Monday Night Football with his drinking buddies. The sushi was ENORMOUS. Then as if that wasn't enough he flipped a switch and turned on the 4D ultrasound and there she was, all multidimensional and alien-like gazing back at me and Little S like "yo dude what'up?" and we were blown away. Then he flipped ANOTHER switch (lots of switches here...some guy set this up I'm sure) and there was the heartbeat in surround sound. "Whoa!" I haven't been that impressed since I bought my first set of Kef speakers from Steve at Sound Advice in Tampa. Needless to say there were tears and smiles and laughter and nervous gibberish which Dr. Stonehenge just overlooked because he's completely immune to feminine gripes and enthusiasm. I'm sure he's covered this in a seminar at some point: "Even if your woman patient is brimming with tears pretend like you have lots of paperwork to study and say nothing. Clear your throat a lot to indicate that she should probably simmer down and stop making a scene."

Okay so it is true. All the really cool stuff is reserved for the pregnant patients. I mean why couldn't I ever stare at my follicles in 4D? Didn't my May 2006 cyst deserve a better looksee? Okay maybe all this isn't possible with a dildo cam but I would have liked to have at least have been offered a big screen Monday Night Football view of Miss Sushi in her very early days. No we were stranded in the hot, smelly, cramped old ultrasound room across from Stonehenge's office constantly being told that it was too late, too early or that there were complications. It would have been nice to at least be invited into the Executive Elite Club just once, don't you think?