just ducky...

In the first ultrasound in which Jack looked remotely like a shadow of a fetus, he already had his hands to his mouth. My mom saw it and said he looked like a duck--a comment that my brother-in-law rightly pointed out only a mother could get away with. Sort of.

Despite my consternation that my mother thought my baby looked like a mallard, his nickname was "Ducky" even after we found out he was a boy, even after we picked out his name.

Though we don't call him Ducky much now
(something I'm surprised about really), we have lots of mementos of that time.