We went in for the ultrasound this morning. I've been quite anxious about the whole ordeal the past couple days because I was really afraid they'd get that little ultrasound wand on my tummy and discover that there wasn't actually a baby in there. You know, just something else that has a heartbeat and makes me feel queasy. I'm pregnant, so I allow myself to be a bit delusional at times.
But I looked up on the screen, and there flashed a little profile. A little baby profile. With two little arms and two little legs. Baby had a strong heartbeat and moved around plenty (and had a couple well placed kicks just a couple centimeters from my very full bladder!). Of course, while we are happy that everything looks good, what we were really interested in was if we were having a little boy or girl.
And the news for Sydney: she's getting a little sister.
A girl. Another girl. Who will get to live in her newly painted sage green and robin egg blue room. And will wear inordinate amounts of pink because we love pink more than is fashionable. I should have known we were having a girl because I asked Sydney the other day if she was getting a brother or sister and she said sister.
I'll be honest: we have to warm up to the idea a little bit. Not to say that we are very disappointed; I really want Sydney to have a sister. I just wanted this one to be a boy because then when/if we have another one there won't be any pressure to have one over the other (we're still sticking with our "three kids" plan). Plus, there aren't any grandsons on either side of our families, so a little boy would have been nifty.
But we're excited. Another girl. Two little girls. Sisters.