Pretty in Pink with Ponies

On Monday, Nov 28th Eli and I visited the Northwest Maternal Fetal Medicine Center for the BIG ultrasound. Cozy little office with fluffy sort of welcoming receptionists and an attentive and confident doctor. After paper work and introductions were complete I found myself laying on an oddly comfortable reclining table maybe better described as a bed with a cushy pillow under my knees. Soon the doctor was off taking photos of the little barely cooperative dancing kiddo. To my delight my reclining table also came equipped with's it's own 20 inch monitor so I could fly co-pilot with the doctor as he explored my innards.

After 30 snapshots of the little wiggle worm he asked me with some emphasis, most likely to pry my eye away from my screen and look at him, if I wanted to know... you know the gender of the baby. "Oh, yes we would like to know." I answered him politely then went promptly back to being glued to the screen. There it was the bum of the baby, my husband's eyes squinted looking for "son parts"... the doctor announced "This is a little baby girl." The good news is that Eli didn't faint, have a fit or ask the doctor to look again. Even though the doctor without prompting did a few more passes to make sure. He even offered to print out a picture of our soon to be daughter's bottom as proof, which I declined.

Surprised as both Eli and I had thought "boy" for no particular reason. (I was not one of those women that just knew what she was having) I left beaming, Eli left processing. "Girl... girl... daughter" he chanted as he distracted him self slightly over his favorite lunch at Jasmine Mongolian Grill.

Never the less the ultrasound gave us both another mental check that yes there is indeed a baby on the way, and this little person is a little lady. We are both to this day beaming.