(Disclaimer: If you want to subject yourself to my lengthy blathering-on about the whole process of finding out what our baby is, please read on. Otherwise, skip to the last line and come back again tomorrow.)
We had our second ultrasound on Friday. It was so amazing to be able to see this baby moving around, with the little black shadow of a heart beating away. WOW. What an incredible experience.
We took Samantha with us this time (first time ever taking someone else besides just Scott and I). I think she had fun, but all she really said afterwards was, "That baby sure has a BIG head!"
London is different than some other places, in that the technician who does the ultrasound doesn't actually disclose any information while you are there. He/she simply takes a bunch of pictures, shows you the baby on the screen, pointing out features of interest, and then sends you on your way with instructions to talk to your doctor to get additional information.
I have been dying to find out the gender of this baby, since, well, the day I found double lines on the stick, but I made it very clear to everyone that even though our ultrasound was on Friday, we wouldn't know anything until my appointment today. Or possibly Monday. Because, knowing how fabulous she is, our doctor would be very likely to call when she got the report from the lab.
So, you can imagine my SHOCK when the phone rang at our house on Saturday morning, and the voice on the other end informed me it was our doctor calling with the ultrasound results!
She made sure I was sitting down before breaking the news: "You're having a girl."
Everything else she said after the word "girl" is kind of a blur, mostly due to the fact that I started bawling right there on the phone. I managed to hang up, and ran to tell Scott, who had heard me crying and thought something terrible must have happened.
I'm not sure if he was more excited about hearing the news, or relieved that there wasn't a death in the family.
We sat the kids down right away to tell them that they have a little SISTER on the way! Everyone was thrilled.
Samantha started crying (probably because I was still crying).
Brett started doing a happy dance on the sofa.
Jesse said, "This is perfect! Now we'll have one of each!"
(By this he meant - in case you're not sure how four-year old brains work - we already have a boy baby, and now we're going to have a girl baby. One boy baby. One girl baby. Perfect!)
Even Nathan joined in by giving Scott and I kisses (voluntarily) - which he never does! I think he could sense the excitement in the air. Scott always says he's a big kid in a little kid's body.
We called around to share the news with family, and after a fun day together at home we celebrated with dinner at Boston Pizza.
Three days later I still can't believe it. I visited the doctor today and saw the report with my own eyes. I think it's finally starting to sink in.
Oh. My. Goodness. Somebody pinch me. We're having a girl!