I am ready for my close-up Mr.DeMille

18 weeks and 2 days!
We had our "half way" ultrasound appointment yesterday which consists of the technician, Michelle, taking 50 pictures of our little one to check and make sure everything is right where it should be and what is or isn't there.

So after downing a large bottle of OJ (my doctor, Dr. Ramirez, said that sugar in juice usually makes the baby more active) I went in for the "long ultrasound procedure". With Michelle and I in the room, it took about 20 minutes to make sure she got all of the pictures needed for the doctor (and about 20 more minutes once we brought Michael in). Suddenly she asked if we wanted to know what the gender of our baby is. I smiled and told her that we REALLY want to know. She said, "well, I just got a great shot and know what you are having but I will wait until we bring your husband in". She then asked if I had any suspicions on what it is. I proceeded to tell her about the hair strand and wedding ring test which said it was a boy, how 65% of our friends think its a boy and the other 35% say girl or aren't sure.

Once she had all of the pictures she needed to get, she went out to get Michael. She had saved a great profile shot of our little one on the screen that Michael saw when coming into the room (which is a feat in itself since he has major anxiety in hospitals, especially little hospital rooms) then proceeded to search and share everything our baby was doing inside of me. It was waving, kicking, sucking its thumb and at one time we think it had the hick ups! It was so amazing!! However the one thing it wasn't doing for us was showing what is or isn't there...stinker! So, Michelle went back to the pictures she had taken for the doctor and pulled up two of them. She told us, "well, those old wives tales are not always true because you are having a....GIRL!" Michael and I both smiled at one another, started laughing and hi-fived each other (yes, right there in the ultrasound room we hi-fived each other, like kids at a ball game). Michelle laughed at our excitement. She printed up a dozen of the ultrasound pictures for us, which Michael so delicately accordion folded so when he brings them out to show someone, they will be overwhelmed when he unfolds them to show all 12 pictures at once, when all they may have wanted to see was one!
"Daddy's Little Girl" syndrome is now officially in full gear! :)