It's a . . . .

...GIRL!

Yesterday was a long, crazy day. I got Dylan off to school, super excited that he was getting new crayons and then he remembered we were going to the doctor. He said, "Oh, I really hope it's a girl!" For some reason he just really wants a sister. For his sake, so did I. And I didn't dare hope for a girl because honestly having a girl scares me a little now that I feel like I'm a pretty good boy mom, but part of me definitely thought it was a girl. It's just been a WAY different pregnancy than my other two, which makes you wonder if that could be why. My body does NOT like any extra amounts of estrogen apparently. :) Anyway, I dropped off Preston to my sister-in-law, thinking I'd be back in 1 1/2-2 hours max. Nope! It took 2 hours just for us to be seen. Sorry Amy! Too many crazy doctor emergencies that morning. And I would've rescheduled, but we'd built ourselves up so much to thinking we might find out that I couldn't do it. Marcos and I sat there in the waiting room working on Sudoku puzzles. Thank goodness I brought something to entertain us! Anyway, my midwife finally came in our room to see us and busted out the ultrasound machine. What a roller coaster. First she thought it might be a girl, but she didn't have a good view. She measured the head and a bunch of other things and then went back to it. Both Marcos and I were sure we saw boy parts. And so was she. She said, "Actually, I think that might be a boy." But let me look to make sure. I just can't seem to get a good view. The baby's head was facing my spine so there was a lot we couldn't see. We had more of a view of the back and side than the front. AND the baby had its feet and legs folded up right by the bum. So the position was weird and the baby was not cooperating. Anyway, she finally went all the way to the back as far as she could (clear over by my left hip) and could get a decent view. To me it still looked like nothing. I was as confused as can be. I just kept saying, "So should we not tell people yet because if we really don't know, I don't want to be telling people that we think we know what it is." She finally stopped, looked at me and smiled. I was confused as ever and said, "What?" "It's a girl." Still the skeptic, I said, "Are you sure? I really don't want to be making stuff up if you can't see very well." She looked 2-3 more times and said, "Yep, it's a girl." "Really? Are you sure?" My midwife is so cute. She finally said, "Well, if it's not a girl, I owe you one year's worth of diapers." Oh man, talk about changing my mind. Now I secretly hope it's a boy. I mean, a year's worth of diapers. That would be awesome. I was totally teasing and said, "Can I get that in writing?" Sure enough she wrote on one of her prescription pads that if it's a boy, she owes me a year's worth of diapers. So either way, I am thrilled. We're either having a girl or we're getting free diapers. Both are great! I'm still in shock and trying to digest what it really means to have a girl, but I'm sure at some point it will be like anything else. I won't know any different and won't remember what it was like not to have a baby girl. I am super nervous though. Marcos is a pushover. And for a little girl! We are in SUCH big trouble. That girl is going to have him wrapped around her finger before she's even born. :)