Ultrasound Results Are In!

It's a baby!
The Ultrasound Nazis dictate how much you have to drink before you go in, and they tell you exactly when you are forbidden to use the bathroom anymore. In one hour, you are supposed to drink 60 ounces of water. Well, I drank 70. Talk about waterlogged.

So we were admitted to the ultrasound room and we got to see the blobby, frightening pictures that the ultrasound technician called a "heart" and "kidneys." We also got to see some great baby wiggles, which was extra interesting for me, because I could feel it and then see it slightly delayed on the big screen. They had a huge room set up with extra chairs and a large plasma screen. A nice change from my previous ultrasounds when I had to crane my neck to see the technician's tiny monitor. Even without the neck craning, I was in agony: she was poking my bladder over and over getting those bizarre pictures!

After she measured the head and the waist and the thigh bones and whatever else, she told me I could go to the bathroom. Apparently, I had consumed so much water that my bladder was too big---the baby was just sitting fat and sassy on top and the technician couldn't get a good view for gender-determining purposes! I was more than happy to cooperate with her on that front.

When I got back (much relieved), we finally got that coveted gender shot: The complete absence of certain external organs clearly indicated that this one is a girl!

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So, two boys and two girls. Sweet. We're stinking excited. Rob was giddy for the next hour. Though he would have been giddy with any declaration. We're just happy to have a gender-specific pronoun to use in reference to the baby: She! Huzzah!