Yesterday was supposed to be the day I wrote a post saying, "It's a ......" Our ultrasound was scheduled for Friday.
Let me cut to the chase of the story. The very good news: Our baby appears to be healthy and have all the necessary limbs and organs. The semi-bad news: We still have to call it an "it" because that baby would not uncross its ankles and the doctor exerted about 0.000001% effort to get it to move or even get a better view.
The tech, who was a delightful and very pleasant woman, tried pretty hard to tell and she said based on the one shot the doctor got of the baby, she was 75% certain it was a girl, but there was no telling. We ran into the doctor in the hallway when we were leaving and I asked her if she thought it was a girl too, based on the image she took. Her delightful, heart-warming response? "Oh, I didn't even really look at that image."
The day of, I was really bothered not to know, but now I'm kind of resigned to possibly not knowing until the baby is born. Plus, I think it's a girl.
In other news, I'm in Las Vegas for the week, celebrating the fact that Massachusetts gives both a week long winter break in February and a week long spring break in April. Let us all rejoice.
People, I have never loved Las Vegas like I'm loving it now. I wore a t-shirt yesterday. We walked four miles outside. My mom and I ate lunch on the patio. This WARM and sunny weather thing is nearly killing me with its fabulousness. Bart will be lucky if I get on that plane this weekend to go back to the snow and the cold.