First of all, I want to say that my husband totally took one for the team today, and I probably owe him some sort of sexual favor as a result. I had invited my mom to join us, since she hasn't seen the babe live and up close, but when we went to head back to the ultrasound room, the tech told us that they had a "strict policy" of no more than one guest in the room at a time, and no switching off. Bummer news that would have been good to know, like, yesterday. Now, the Mr. has been excited for DAYS to get another look, but he totally shrugged and sucked it up and told my mom that she could go in with me. I didn't think it was possible to love the guy more, but today I do.
Anyway, on to the scan. Don't tell the Mr., because he'll be upset, but it was so frickin' cool. And my mom totally cried, which made the Mr.'s waiting room heroics even more, well, heroic. We could see so much more detail than during the 18 week scan, and they spent lots of time on the heart which was really neat. Four chambers, all pumping together. We got a measurement of her big melon, and saw all of her brain parts inside. We got to count fingers and toes again, and got a good look at her nose and little lips and chin. Totally cute.
The best part? The money shot. I had joked when the tech was lubing me up that I was anxious to see if she was still a she, before we go all in on the pink bedding. So we got towards the end of the scan, and my 12-oz. daughter just opened her bony legs right up and gave us a full-on view of her little girly bits. The tech, who had a sense of humor for a change, drew a big arrow pointing to the goods, and labeled it: "STILL A GIRL."
Of the dozen or so photos we got today, which one do you think is hanging on the fridge right now? That's right. Poor baby girl.
She has no idea what she's in for.