Today was the day of the “big” ultrasound; the one where they can usually tell the baby’s sex. Originally, I didn’t want to know. After thinking it over, I changed my mind and decided that I’d like to know after all. So, when the technician asked us today if we would like to know the sex, we both said “sure”.

The technician enlarged the view on the monitor. “Here’s a leg,” she said, tracing a bright line on the screen. She pointed to another, similar line, slightly bent. “And here’s the other leg.” She then circled an area where the two bright areas converged. “Right here is the torso. And if you notice, there isn’t anything hanging down.”

Silence. “You know what that means,” the technician intones, smiling.

“We’re having a girl?” I ask? Butterflies in the stomach, as my brain takes in that fact. My mind races, the baby is no longer merely a baby, but a little girl. It has instantly morphed into a she.

“Yes! Congratulations.”

After the ultrasound, we visited with Michelle’s ObGyn, Dr. Henderson. He has a dry sense of humor.

“Did we find out anything from the ultrasound?” he asks the both of us.

“Yes,” I say, all proud. “We’re having a girl.”

Dr. Henderson fixed his eyes on me. Without missing a beat, he said, “I’m sorry.” He smiled, and turned to Michelle, and says “Congratulations!”

For those who want visual proof, I have pictures from the ultrasound, but it’s late right now, so I’ll scan them in tomorrow.

One more thing. Both of us can tell that the baby is dancing around in mama’s belly. It’s like a buzz, or a occasional flutter.