My granddaughter won't be born for another four months and she already has her own movie trailer, complete with soundtrack.

Her debut was yesterday and her movie was viewed by her parents, two sets of grandparents, and a somewhat skeptical but adoring uncle.

Many of you may have heard of, and even experienced, the newest in prenatal technology called 3D and 4D ultrasound. I had not, until recently when we were invited to view our yet-to-be-born granddaughter.

This was actually the third procedure of this kind my daughter-in-law Amy and my son Josh had experienced. The first one was a sonogram to determine the gender of their wee bun-in-the-oven but alas, the baby would not cooperate.

"Sorry, Mama," said my son on the telephone. They worked and worked and just could not get the baby to uncross its legs."

Thank God, I thought. Finally, a young person with some modesty— -and it's my sweet grandbaby!" However, I was greatly disappointed I still didn't know its sex.

Impatient, Josh and Amy scheduled a 3D ultrasound a few days later and called us with the news that we were going to be proud grandparents (and uncle) of a baby girl!

Then they were kind enough to invite us to the next 4D viewing a few weeks away and we accepted with glee.

I had no idea what to expect but figured when we arrived at the clinic called, appropriately, "Baby's First Images" we would each be given a pair of 3D glasses and a chance to purchase popcorn and a coke.

I was wrong on both counts.

What did happen was much more exciting. As my daughter-in-law lay on a gurney at the back of the room, we were ushered to our seats. The room was cool and comfy.

An ultrasound technician stood by the gurney and rubbed something like Dippity-Do all over Amy's belly, then took what looked like a microphone and began rolling it across her tummy from side to side.

This, of course, was to be the entertainment as, miraculously; we would be able to see "inside" the womb via a live video of our grandchild!

Wow! What would my grandmother have thought about that? She, who never even showed her ankles to my grandfather until after they were married!

The lights were dimmed, soft music began to play, and all of a sudden huge images, much like modern art, were flashed upon the wall in front of us, most of them blurry.

The technician began twirling buttons and gizmos and the somewhat blurred images on the wall became a little clearer and finally we were able to see that our precious granddaughter was indeed—an alien!

The overlapping sepia colored images looked a lot like a scene out of The Blob, a creepy blockbuster of the late fifties.

Yet as the technician fiddled again and again with the knobs, the images came more into focus with each turn. We watched expectantly and in a few minutes the star of the show, Little Miss Kate Ansley McGee, was filling up the screen.

As if dancing to the music in the room, she twisted and turned every way possible, her little legs thrashing in a space no bigger than a shoebox, yet not once did she show her face!

So not only did Miss Priss have a thing about showing her, um, private parts, she simply wasn't in any hurry to be gawked at, period!

The technician poked my DIL's tummy in an effort to coerce our little girl out of her apparent shyness, but to no avail.

Kate's fists were firmly clasped atop her eyes as if to say, "Hey! Could I have some privacy, please?"

The technician then used a pointer on the screen to identify a leg here, an ear there, a foot where??

Her wee behind was bent in a horseshoe curve, her legs stretched straight up, and her tiny feet, with toes curled, were perpendicular to her forehead.

She's obviously a contortionist, I thought, a definite genetic trait inherited from her maternal great-grandfather Cicio, an All-American gymnast.

Then suddenly, she lowered her hands and began to slowly move her face toward the front of the screen. "Oohs" and "Aahs" filled the room.

Look! Is that a nose? An eye? Her chin?

"Look at those little lips!" someone said. "Hey, her nose looks like me!" said someone else. "She's got my ears," said another.

Not until she began opening and closing her mouth in rapid succession did someone in the room shriek, "Look, Mickie, she got that from you!"

I actually laughed. I was proud she inherited something from me, however crass the remark.

After about half an hour the video was finished and Kate was once again left to the warmth and security inside her mommy's tummy.

Quite an interesting afternoon, we all agreed, after running the emotional gamut from tears, to awe, to laughter.

I highly recommend 3D or 4D ultrasounds for your baby should you find yourself in-the-family-way anytime soon.

It takes some getting used to and you'll swear at times the image on the wall is that of an elf or a bunny instead of your own offspring. Still, it's worth it.

I read last week (it's true, you can look it up) in Florida's Sun-Sentinel that when an expectant mother and father were viewing a 3D image of their child, the mother swore she saw the image of Jesus leaning against the baby.

Call me what you will, dear hearts, but I'm sorry, Jesus was not inside that woman's belly, I don't care what she thinks she saw. It just didn't happen.

On the other hand, the little creature we watched so attentively inside my daughter-in-law's tummy last Sunday was, most assuredly, without a doubt—an angel.