My fieldtrip to the OBGYN

So the word is mostly out. Jessica is pregnant & is enjoying almost every minute of it. I think the puking part is slightly overrated but I hear it's a good sign & should only last another week or two. Yesterday was her first official appointment with the good doctor. The good doctor is actually someone that I've known for a long time. The funny thing is that through my interactions with him when I was younger, he was inspired to have kids of his own. He now has 4. I could make this into a post all about "the good doctor" but I'll attempt to stay on topic.
Anyway, I'd never been to the jiny doctor before so I was a little apprehensive with what was about to happen. It was all normal until the nurse came into the room and told Jessica that she had to get naked & put on this gown that leaves the caboose uncovered. (I actually wanted to take one or two home). The nurse left & Jessica started to "get ready." This was weird because I had several different thoughts going through my mind & I had to remind myself that the clothes were coming off for a reason that didn't include me. Once I got over it, the doctor finally came in. This was the scenario that had gone through my mind several times & every time it ended awkwardly. So anyway, the "checkup" ensued & it was way less awkward than I thought, however, I was just waiting for the doctor to look at me & give a dirty smile, at which point I would attack to defend the honor of my woman. It didn't happen, but I was ready. He couldn't find a heartbeat which was a little unsettling, but he said that we'd do a ultrasound to we could see what was going on. The whole time I was thinking, "God, a little help here." We got into the room & the procedure began. Soon I saw the image. It was moving. This brought different feelings ranging from relief, that baby was alive, to surprise that the baby was real & not just something that we talked about. It looks like the baby is either a week older than we thought or is just big, which would make sense. It looks like an alien which took me straight to the X-Files. I can't remember my wife being abducted, but I asked if she had any flashing memories of bright lights and wierd experiments. No luck. It's still weird to say the least. Everything is good & I left feeling good about the visit & I even shook the docs hand when we left. I'm ok, until the next visit...