It's a girl... or boy!

After endless weeks of waiting to see the baby through the ultrasound, the day finally arrived. On December 16th we went to St. Lukes. I met Tom there and on the way we were talking on the phone. He told me to stop and get some orange juice because he heard that the baby will move more if you drink orange juice before an ultrasound so we would be more likely to see the gender . Well, unfortunately I was already going to arrive barely on time and didn't want to be late. I couldn't get the orange juice.

We were in the room for an hour looking at the heart, brain, legs, hands, and everything else you can look at. When it came time to see what the gender is, the little cutie pie closed it's legs the whole time. I laid there pushing on my belly and rolling onto my side. I did everything I could think of and that they told me to do. Nope.

Finally the tech was very apologetically sorry but she couldn't find it and we'd have to come back in a couple of weeks. Of course I started crying and she felt so bad she tried again. Nothing. Then she asked another tech to try. The next one got a little picture of what looks like a girl, but still we're not totally sure.

The great news is that the baby looks very healthy and to top it off, we get to go back on New Year's Eve to have another ultrasound.