Boy or Girl?

Matt and I had our ultrasound this morning.  I was perhaps the most anxious about this ultrasound for a couple reasons. First, I was starting to doubt my initial feelings about this baby being a boy.  I knew for certain that my first two babies were boys.  No doubt in my mind whatsoever.  But this baby was throwing me off.  I just didn't know.  I've always imagined myself with three boys and never knew if a girl was in our future.  Perhaps that's because Matt and I both come from families heavy laden with boys, each with 4 boys and 1 girl.  That's not to say that I never wanted a girl.  I think I was just preparing myself for an all boy household.  I love to ask Rylan his thoughts about the baby.  Early on he told me that it was a boy and that we should name him Nixon (his friend's little brother's name).  He stuck with that for awhile.  Then, just one day before the ultrasound, I asked Rylan "Is the baby a boy or a girl?"  He dropped his head and with disappointment in his voice said, "It's a girl Mom.  But I wanted a boy.  Boys are so much fun."  I believed him! I was so excited!  It was as if I was hearing the doctor tell me herself that it was a girl.  Just to confirm his answer, I asked him again the next morning, "Is the baby a boy or a girl."  He gave me the same answer.  The second reason why I was so anxious for the ultrasound was because I just wanted to know if this baby was healthy.  A healthy ultrasound at 20 weeks is usually a good sign that everything will go well for the remaining weeks until birth.

We arrived at the ultrasound room and took our places.  Me on the table and Matt sitting next to me on the bench.  The technician came in and said, "okay if you could just pull your shirt up and your (pause and awkward look at my pants) coolots down a bit so I can see your full belly."  "Coolots?" I thought to myself and immediately said out loud.  "Those are from the 90's!" I said.  To which the technician immediately confirmed with a nod and followed with, "Yeah that was an awful decade."  That was the start of our strange 20 minute sit in with our technician.  He was an odd dude to say the least.  Anyways, he looked at the baby for a long time and couldn't get a good shot of the sex parts because the baby's legs were closed. For about 15 minutes he rambled on about more strange things.  Matt started to get a bit bored with him and pulled out his phone to check emails until he could determine the sex of the baby.  Randomly, the technician said quietly, "It's a girl."  My response was an immediate squeal, "Ahhhhhhh!"  Matt's eyes shifted up, dropped his phone to his side, sat forward with a surprised look on his face and said, "What?! What did you say?"  The technician repeated himself and Matt and I were both so shocked and beyond words elated!  We are having a girl!  We can't wait to welcome our little princess into this world!