More On the Ultrasound

I have a bit more time...
First:
We don't know the gender (or sex, I can never keep those two straight) yet. Can't tell that until twenty weeks, which is eight more. For the record (and I've given this a lot of thought), I truly don't care what the sex (or gender, I can never keep those two straight) is.
The whole ultrasound thing started with the collection of our genetic history. The point of this is to figure out what the kids risk factors are based on our genetic, ethnic, and racial backgrounds. This is to decide what to test for, because there's such a huge range of tests and they're not cheap. So, for example, because I'm a Jew of eastern European extraction all the way back, we have to test for Taysachs, and some other thing that evidently only us Jews of Russian descent (part Austrian, or at least, it was probably part of Austria back when they kicked my ancestors out) get.
In case you're wondering, there is no genetic test for pasty white kid, I asked. Also, we really don't need to test for that, there's no way it could not be a pasty white kid. Plus there's some history of melanoma on both sides. This kid ain't allowed out in the sun until it goes to college.
Anyhow, we went through all the history, and then the nice genetic specialist used visual aids to show us what which chromosomes they're looking for to be in threes instead of pairs. That's bad when that happens. It introduced me to my first Emotionless Euphemism. I got two today, and I'm guessing there will be more. My friend Kevin at work calls them Polarizing Terms, which is also good.
The Emotionless Euphemism in this case is "Incompatible With Life". How's that?
They say it very casually, so that if you're not on the ball it's going to slip right by:
"What we're looking for is a third thirteenth or eighteenth chromosome, both of which are Incompatible With Life."
Then they move right on to other stuff. So, you walk out of there still sort of wondering what happens if the kid is incompatible with life. I mean, I'm incompatible with most republicans, but that seems to be less of a show stopper. In regular terms, finding either of these third chromosomes completely sucks, and are in fact show stoppers.
I understand why they do that, or think I do. I figure it's a way to insulate themselves from the realty of that part of their jobs, and I'm pretty sure I get that. I just wish the language was not so sterilized, for me at least, it makes it too easy to mentally find an out for it.
Just to be clear, there is no reason to believe that we have these extra chromosomes, everyone gets this test, as far as I know. I'm just annoyed at the jargon.
The other Emotionless Euphemism was "Advanced Maternal Age". It was not said in reference to Kate, which is safer for everyone involved (watch out for the pissed off ass kicking pregnant lady).
All in all the ultrasound was sort of fun, but also weird. It looks like a little cartoon alien. I really think the image is pretty hysterical. It's almost too surreal for me to connect to.
The good news is that the little booger is a fighter already. Probably not surprising, considering who it's parents are, but pretty cool anyways. The ultrasound tech (she of Advanced Maternal Age) was prodding it with the thingie to get it into a good position to measure, and little EM wasn't having none of it. We got a lot of good images of little feet as EM kicked at the ultrasound gizmo.
Just like mom, dad's more of a grappler than a striker.