BOY!
We are so thrilled to finally know what we are having and it has increased our level of excitement 100%.
On Tuesday we went in for our anatomy scan and our office does that in two parts - the ultrasound tech takes pictures and measurements, does not discuss them with you, but does tell you the gender. We were probably in there for about 30 minutes and our ultrasound tech kept referring to baby as "he" though she hadn't told us what he was. I finally asked, "So.... we're having a boy?!" She said "Oh! That's just what I call every baby. Let's take a look. Sure enough... it's *definitely* a boy! She came back to it a little while later and said, "Yeah, so there's his hands, grabbing it.. .they start early... it's definitely a little boy!"
We had made a bet on the way into the office on what it would be: I bet boy, I've thought boy since I saw the embryo and Jeff said girl. I'm proud to put that down on my tally sheet 'cause I've just had great luck betting things over the last couple weeks.
We went out to dinner to celebrate and then when we got home, my paranoia took over and I started googling "ultrasound abnormalities" and trying to figure out if there was anything that looked amiss. I didn't know it but in the other room, Jeff was doing the same thing! We sat down and Jeff said that according to his limited infant development training, he didn't see anything that would indicate a reason for concern - the heart was formed properly and had the correct number of chambers, the kidneys looked good, the bone structure (which is more his speed) all looked good. So we took a deep breath and then started discussing names. We've got a shortlist that includes 3 so far and I'm sure we'll add a couple before we make a final decision.
On Thursday, we went back for our recap and the doctor reviewed the measurements. He said we have a perfectly healthy baby who's measuring well and weight is good, and he didn't see anything that worried him or would necessitate a follow up or in-depth scan so we were THRILLED.
Ultrasound pictures of our little boy cover our fridge and it's so cute to see Jeff walk into the kitchen and flip through them. He's already so proud and he's not even here yet. He'll say things like, "Look at his perfect little feet!" Melt my heart. Watching my husband growing into a daddy is the most awesome thing and he's already shifted seriously into that role.
