As most of you know, I'm pregnant and we're due 1/11/11. That makes me about 20 weeks along, now.
Well, Chris and I have been calling our unborn baby, Scooter, i.e. "Scooter's kicking!" and "Scooter's pressing on my bladder" and "Scooter needs some Haagen Daas, RIGHT NOW," etc.
Especially after I snuck an unauthorized 14 week ultrasound (I work in a hospital, and have a friend who is an ultrasound technician, so this was NOT read by a radiologist) which showed that Scooter was a boy.
He had his legs WIDE OPEN, and was waving around what looked DEFINITELY, oh ho! like a "boy flag." Twig, berries. Check, and CHECK.
BTW, you probably want to turn your volume down if you watch this clip.
There is hysterical screaming near the end, and possibly the use of the term "wee wee" and lots of "OH MY GOD!!!!" (sorry--very excitable ultrasound tech, ahem).
That was about a month ago, and when we went for our OFFICIAL ultrasound Friday, we were very ho-hum.
Did we want to know the gender, the ultrasound tech wanted to know. Oh, sure--we already know...
So she said, "You know, then, that it's a GIRL?"
".....um.......WHAT?!!!" (hysterical laughter, babbling, more hysterical laughter, hyperventilating)
It's been confirmed by the OB, too, who reprimanded us against unofficial, underground ultrasounds and the heartache and unnecessary blue bootie shopping they lead to. BE YE WARNED.
Well, Anthro, I'm shopping for Scootie come December, now that she has become a Scoot-her. Very excited. Slightly dazed and confused, since I was totally in the boy state of mind, but can definitely enjoy my new little Anthro-shebuddy.
Anthro-friends! WE'RE HAVING A GIRL!!! we think--hopefully, gender identity crisis is over.