At the end of an ultrasound that lasted over 30 minutes, the technician was finally comfortable telling us that I am carrying a boy. The little darling had chosen his favorite spot and was not going to move without a fight. I had to switch positions about a dozen times and the technician had to repeatedly jab my abdomen to try to get the baby to change positions. The baby appears to be really healthy. They anticipate that he will be an 8-pound something baby (i.e., bigger than the average baby at this point). Probably smarter and cuter than the average baby too! We’ll post pictures soon.
