All right. Things we know about the baby. It loves to dance. It likes to play hide and seek. It's a vegetarian. Major trouble maker. Likes attention. Girl or boy? Hmmm.

I've been waiting to do another journal entry until we did the ultrasound today. We were going with the explicit purpose of finding out if the baby's a girl or boy (as long as the baby agrees to tell us). So we show up and wait what seems an enormously long time (I think it was a whole eight minutes) unitl we're called to go back into the little room. The ultrasound tech, it seems is out of "goop" (her word), and leaves to get some more lube. Finally, I'm half out of my pants and smeared in goop and she's got the wand on my belly. "Oh, there's the head, there's the belly, there's the bottoms of it's feet, that's the spine...." YEA YEA YEA COMEONALREADY!!!! The baby was all curled up, crossing it's legs like Tippy does. She finally got an angle from the bottom of the feet towards the butt and the area of interest. Of course, the feet are in the way. She said, "I don't think I'm going to be able to tell this time." NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! She pushes on my belly and the baby uncrosses it's lil' legs. Thank God they record the whole ultrasound because there was only a very rapid flash of the sweet spot before the baby swam away into a dark recess (i.e. the other side of my full-to-bursting bladder). She rewound the video and stopped it on a split second image (how she managed to split the seconds, I don't know. She was good) and said "that looks suspiciously like a boy, but it's pretty hard to tell, so don't go out and buy blue just yet." And that, it seems, is as good an answer as we're likely to get. So we still don't really, truely, 100% know yet. But the odds are good that it's a standing pee-er. Well, at least we had them say something, even if they end up being wrong. Now we can say "he" all we want instead of "the baby this" and "the baby that." If we end up having a girl, we'll find out later. And that'll be exciting all on its own, doncha think? And, to top the whole morning off, she tells us we're only sixteen freakin' weeks. And we're not due until January 6th. I wanted to smack her, except I felt that would be a bad influence for my son. And it's not like it's her fault if we're really a week behind where we think we are. We've actually been going back and forth on exactly how far along we are with the doctor pretty much the whole time. Sigh. It's just really not what we wanted to hear. At all. Not even a little bit. Week sixteen is feeling a helluva lot longer than it should right about now. But, at the same time, it does make me feel a bit better as far as where I am with my morning sickness. I understand it's not at all uncommon to have morning sickness until week sixteen. And it's just now, barely, starting to go away. I've only thrown up once in about a week! Whooohoooo! Happy dance, happy dance. This is a very good thing, considering it's starting to get a bit busier at work. I want to work as much as I can now, since it's anyone's guess as to how long I'm going to be able to keep working when I'm an overstuffed, lumbering mammoth and my stomach stretches out farther in front of me than my arms do. I'll have to learn to massage with my feet (and yes, there IS a modality that does that called ashiatsu).

So, if ya'll were wanting to read this eagerly with the idea of finding out the all important sex, well. Sorry. You're just gonna have to keep waiting with us. Sigh.