Walking into the OB today, I was pretty stoked to find out what kind of kid we were having. The 20 week appointment is a big deal in the OB world. Couples count down days to it as it's generally known as the day you get a full scan of your little person, and find out what the little bugger is carrying downstairs. It was a relief to find out that it was Human, not some human-alien hybrid or a box turtle or something. As you can see below, it has a totally normal looking foot. Always a plus.

As the Ultrasound tech moved the the goo covered scanner over Heather's belly, we watched and saw it's little arms moving around at a tremendous pace (especially considering Heather hasn't felt the thing move around much at all.) Occasionally, it's spine and tail popped into view, giving it a very nice HR Giger Aliens quality to it, making me wonder if it would actually rip out of Heather's belly and try to eat my head.
After the tech told us what sex our little angel/devil/alien was, she went around to various locations of the runt to identify and mark the various internal organs, measurements, external signs of health that determine wether your baby is normal or not. She'd stop after dodging an arm or a leg and getting to the parts she had to identify, measure and photograph them, then move on to the next piece. Thankfully, the whole baby tour turned out to be a success, and our kid was given a clean bill of health. Unfortunately, when she scrolled over it's face, she scared the crap out of me. My baby looks like Skeletor.

After I adjusted to the horror of having a skeleton baby that's going to eat my face, the Tech decided to take things to the next level and give us a 3D scan of el diablo. Being a Mordecai, it of course spazzed out and kept moving, making a 3D shot difficult to take. In the end, she was somewhat successful.

The tech said it was sucking on it's hand, though I get the distinct feeling it was flicking me off with a giant malformed middle finger, as if to say, "When I get out of here, I'm so gonna be the boss of you."
In the end, we were really overjoyed to find out the sex of our child, and it was an amazing experience. It really changes things to know what to plan for. We haven't chosen a name for it yet, but are narrowing down the list. The photo that identifies its gender can be found here as I refuse to allow public displays of nudity on a family website. My child will be engrained with a firm sense of body shame as nothing says love like repression and ignorance.
So...who's got an idea for a name? Heather apparently doesn't think Cletus is appropriate. Post your ideas in the comments.