We went for an ultrasound this past Wednesday to check growth and to find out what the baby's sex was and my, oh my, did we get some news!
I think I said in my last post that I didn't have any expectations, no hunches about what this one might be and I really didn't. Jeff actually called it, though -- he thought it was a girl for some reason. Anyway, when they said, "Well, yeah, you're right -- it's a girl", I'm not entirely sure that I had any kind of reaction. Seriously.
I mean, I said I wouldn't be disappointed with either one and I most definitely wasn't disappointed. I was excited. But I would've been just as excited if it had been a boy. So. This feeling, knowing I was growing a girl...weird. That's all I can say.
We certainly had some reality checks during the appt. We found out it was a girl almost immediately (like, seriously -- that was RIGHT where she put the wand down on my belly) so everything that was said through the rest of the appt was "her this" and "she that". Weird.
And then...THEN.
The ultrasound tech said something like "...yeah, she's not going to turn her face out -- she doesn't have her hair and makeup done...". Jeff paled and with jaw dropped, he said, "Oh, man..." I wish you could've seen it. BOTH of us were thinking, "Wow, our vocabulary for the last 3 years is about to take a 180 turn..."
Anyway, baby girl got an A+! Both the ultrasound tech and the nurse afterward said that everything with her looked wonderful, right where she needs to be at 18 weeks. She weighs about 8 oz. :)
I caught Jeff staring off into space after the ultrasound, before the nurse came in, so I asked him what he was thinking about. He kind of shook his head and said:
"I was just thinking that I'm going to walk her down the aisle one day."
Oh, wow. He's already gone THERE. I was thinking we have to get through prom first...
Or how about we just think of her name first, huh?


