Well, it's official. Even though I knew since I found out I was pregnant. But no one believed me! It's a girl. I had my ultrasound on Friday (apparently that's a typical thing here. There's only one ultrasound tech at the hospital, and he likes to do them at 22 weeks, so that's when they're done. Hard to argue with the guy when he's literally the ONLY person who can do it, right?) and at first he couldn't tell because she had her legs pressed together. Now, when this happened with Scott, the cute little tech giggled and pushed around and made jokes until he opened up. Not so much for this guy- he was ALL BUSINESS. I guess discovering that the baby had a head and a brain and that the insides weren't on the outside was enough for him. But at the last second, she shifted and he told us it was a girl. And then he printed out this pic. This ONE pic. One? Really? He did give us a butt shot, but it's not good, and that was when she was closed, so the guy put "girl" in question marks. And I ain't posting THAT. Just so there's no confusion: she opened up at the end and she's DEFINITELY a girl. He just didn't print a pic of that.
But isn't this pic cute? Four pregnancies and countless ultrasounds and this is the FIRST time I've actually been able to see anything other than a grey blob on a black screen. So that's neat.
And before you ask, no, we don't have a name. Why does everyone ask that? Do people really name their babies at twenty two weeks? We named Scott that early (because we knew we wanted a Nicholas the Second) but that's it. So ask me come mid January and I might have one picked out. But don't count on it.