a boy... oh wait a GIRL

I apologize for no pictures, but I would have to scan the ultrasound pictures that they printed and that seems way too much work at the moment... pretty much because we don't have a scanner, which usually would prevent me from blogging at all, but I am fighting it. A words only blog. So fun!

So, the Wednesday I was 16 weeks pregnant we decided to get a gender determination ultrasound at a pregnancy spa, that just so happened to be in the back of a salon. Yes, we had to walk by women getting their hair and nails done to a small room in the back. It was very clean and the lady was super nice, so I didn't feel the least bit nervous it was going to harm our growing baby. She started the ultrasound that was meant to be about 10 minutes long. "A crotch shot and bam you are done" kinda thing. But, our baby really liked his/her legs crossed and made it way difficult for the tech to determine the sex. Over 30 minutes later, Chris thought he saw a penis and the tech at the end felt like she got a couple glimpses of a "floating penis"... I was pretty ok with that, even though I told her a couple times "it is totally ok if you can't tell.. I just want you to be sure".. she seemed pretty sure. So, I giggled all the way home, day dreaming about being the mom of stinky boys and having brothers that would surely love each other the rest of their lives.

I figured life would be way easy having another boy. Same nursery. Same paint color in our new house. No new clothes. I feel super comfortable with boys, etc.

Then we had our 18-20 week ultrasound scheduled for a Monday morning. I was 18 weeks since I had a midwife appointment the following week and needed the results for her. This ultrasound checks all the anatomy and makes sure there is a heart and brain, etc. We found out when we got there that they no longer allowed toddlers in the room, so Chris and Hartz had to wait in the lobby. (Don't worry I filled out a survey explaining how they should let people know that kinda stuff when they schedule appointments, especially because he was allowed back at my 8 week ultrasound) The same tech I had for my very first ultrasound walked me back and I was just chatting and said that we found out it was a boy a couple weeks ago. She just smiled and said we will confirm it, no biggie. So, the ultrasound starts and she is kinda quiet (more quiet than the first time) but we talk about the heart, brain and kidneys. Once she is done, she asked me "now who told you it was a boy?" ... It was definitely asked in a tone of voice possibly scared of my reaction.. and I just started laughing and said, "it isn't a boy, is it?" and she started laughing and said "I have seen a girl this whole time".... she wanted to get another tech into confirm that it really is a she since we were told boy and the stinkin girl closes her legs, puts her hand in the way, and there is a big ole cord preventing them from seeing. I joked about her being modest and they made me pee and go get Chris to see if she would move. I wasn't going to tell Chris until we got back but I was smirking so big he knew something was up... I said something like "it isn't a boy" while laughing uncontrollably and he was like "what?!" We got back in the room and she finally gave us a shot where both techs confirmed girl. They did mention it was a tough gender determination, so I definitely feel like I need reconfirmation. But, holy cow could we really be entering the foreign land of girls?? Girl clothes?? Tights attached to shorts?? Bows in the hair?? 18 different pairs of shoes for different occasions?? I think I need a training class or something.

On a serious note.  Chris and I feel so incredibly blessed to just be able to have another baby. We will be so thrilled whether a boy or a girl comes out. :)