Needless to say, Randy and I are very happy with the results of today's visit to the doctor. We weren't overly worried about what the ultrasound would show, but, I can't say the memories of Maren's first ultrasound weren't in the forefront of our minds. Everything else looks great, too. I'm 18 weeks and some odd days and that's exactly what the baby is measuring. Hooray!
There was one bombshell that was dropped on us. We're having a girl! I absolutely KNEW this kid was a boy. NOTHING could have convinced me otherwise. And then there it was. BAM! The crotch shot. You can't really argue with that. Although, towards the end of the exam, I did ask the sonographer to go and look one more time. She game me a basic sex education lesson-- boys have a penis; girls have a vagina. Got it.
Henry was a little disappointed. I should have recorded his reaction. A few choice phrases while running around and falling to the floor were, "Ah, come on!" "Are you kidding me?!" "Are you serious?" "That sucks!" "Now we're outnumbered!" It was pretty dramatic. That's just it, though. It was an act. The fact that he was trying not to smile the whole time told me that even though he was hoping for a little brother, he was more than okay with the idea of having another little sister.
Henry did ask me if we could try again for a boy after this baby was born. I told him a slightly modified version of what I tell him whenever he asks for more pets: "When you have your own house, you can have as many babies as you want."
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