I had my ultrasound this week. I brought with me my entourage: the Husby, the Grandma, the Zoe, and the Liam.
About 2 minutes into it she says to Zoey, "Do you want a sister?"
Zoey: "SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" (lots of wiggling/bouncing in the seat)
Me: "SERIOUSLY??"
Tech: "It's a girl, see? "(clearly no stem on the apple)
Zoey: "Mom. You were WRONG"
Me: "Its a girl? Really?"
Husby: "Don't worry honey, I won't rub it in that I've been right every time. Or that you've been wrong every time..."
The whole rest of the ultra sound I was in a total daze. I was 100% sure it was a boy. I even bought stuff for the nursery. And some clothes. I mean, I was THAT sure.
Mom took me out for some pink retail therapy and after I felt much better. Although I had to deal with Zoey the whole time saying, "Mom, only think about girl babies now. They are so much fun!" and "Mom, you were so wrong." and "This will be so cute for her!!" and filling the basket with clothes. (Thank you Grandma for treating me and Zoey and baby girl with some really cute stuff!!)
All in all, my baby girl has "perfect anatomy" as the Dr put it, and she is doing great. My favorite part was seeing how emotional Husby still gets whenever he talks about the new arrival. How he loves his girls.
