It's A. . .

We arrived bright and early at 6:45 am for our anatomy scan this morning. I think that I had about two hours of sleep, and crappy sleep at that. I had all sorts of bad dreams and worries that kept me up for most of the night.

Our technician was nice and friendly, asking us if we wanted to know the sex "it it was possible." We eagerly responded in the affirmative.



She started at the head and gave us this beautiful profile shot. How gorgeous is this little one?











Then, she checked out the four chambers of the heart. . . and moved south. . .

Stomach? Check.

Bladder? Check.

Kidneys? Left and right? Check. Check.

Further south, until she reached the area that we had been waiting for.

And both of us thought we saw something, but she didn't say anything, so we kept quiet for a few more seconds. But she still didn't say anything.
My husband finally said, "Unless I am mistaken, I think I see boy parts."
To which she matter-of-factly responded, "Yes, it's a boy."
So, despite the guesses of about 99% of people that saw me in person and 58% of you that voted here, our baby is undoubtedly a baby boy. As evidenced by this shot:

Then, she switched to a different probe and let us see our little boy in 4-D. I cried such tears of relief and happiness. Regardless of gender, the health of our child is such a miracle.

After this amazing ultrasound, we went out to breakfast and then started our registries at BRU and Tar.get. I am exhausted, but I had to post here before taking a much-needed nap. Thank you for your love and prayers.

Oh, my gosh, we have a son.