Yup, watching the ultrasound is fun. Pain-inflicting procedures - not so much.
Ages ago, when I was pregnant, my OB examined and questioned and computed that my delivery date was in January. I told him it couldn't be, I was due around Feb. 22nd. He was a dear doctor but he tried pulling the "med school" card on me. I told him I KNEW when I was due because Himself travelled a lot for work and there were only so many chances for us to get together and I unless he was in our room watching he didn't know exactly when I got pregnant. I KNEW since I was there!
When he asked "do twins run in your family?" I said "nope, none". He said he would like for me to go for an ultrasound before my next visit. Well OK, no problem there, right? Good thing the Tech let Himself stay in the room during the procedure because everything was going swimmingly...until the Tech "well there's a head, and a leg...and another head". ANOTHER head!
When I asked if he was sure his reply? "Well, there might be a third in there I can't see." NOT the right answer.