We think....

 This is how we told my in laws that we are having a girl...we think.  Oh yeah, BTW, I am pregnant.  I haven't felt like filling my blog with my pregnancy woes, so I thought I would start the first pregnancy post with a fun one.  Well I don't know how fun this one is, but I will do a pregnancy post in a few days, so that I have documentation of all that I have been experiencing so far.

Back to the subject at hand, we went in today for my 16 weeks appointment.   My doctor does an ultra sound at 16 weeks and tells you the gender of your baby.  It is super exciting and I look forward to it.  With Milo, I had my appointment at 15 weeks and there was no doubt, it was a boy!!  This time, for some reason, I am just not convinced it is a girl.  Good thing I get the big ultra sound in a month, that should be a nice confirmation.  Here is the story of what happened and why there is a seed of doubt in my mind.

We get to my appointment at 1pm.  All of us, Kev took a long lunch, and we didn't have a sitter for Milo (not fun).  As I check in, they tell me my doctor was delivering a baby across the street and would be about a half hour.  They ask me if I want to reschedule or wait, and of course I wanted to wait, I was looking forward to finding out.  We go to the waiting room and actually don't wait hardly at all, they call me back.  They do the routine, then tell me they will have the midwife (who is a guy to avoid confusion) take a look.  He comes in and starts off by saying that "it's really hard to tell at 16 weeks."  Yeah I have heard that, but Dr. Y, is always super confident and is straight up.  Already I am not excited.  He starts to fiddle with the machine, and it is obvious he does not know how to work it.  GREAT.  He finally gets it to work and then takes a look.  I see what I think could possibly be boy parts and ask "is it a boy?"  He says "no, I think it is a girl."  "well wait a second, maybe, I think maybe, it is a boy."  THINK, MAYBE.  This isn't what I want to hear.  He keeps looking, the little guy is squirming, and he is showing me the bum and legs, but I am not seeing much of anything.  I told him I would just wait for Dr. Y.  He says "let's go look with the other machine."  So we change rooms and take another look.  I keep looking for boy parts, but now I am thinking what I thought were boy parts aren't showing up.  I am confused and he says "Yeah I can't really tell."  At this point I just want Dr. Y, so I tell him that, he leaves, I think I may have hurt his feelings.

I know it doesn't matter what gender my baby is, as long as it is healthy, and I am SO thankful to have a baby and a healthy pregnancy; but now I am more confused then when I walked in there.  So I tell the nurse I will wait for Dr. Y.  She says it could be awhile, that's fine with me.  Milo is starting to grump and it is nap time, but I am curious now.  The nurse has me go back into the waiting room and tells me that she will see if the other doctor could see me.  That's fine, Kev was like "yeah a Dr. for  Dr. sounds good."  So we wait 5 more minutes and the nurse pokes her head out and says "good news Dr. Y is on his way back, come on back."  YAHOO!

I LOVE my doctor, I trust him 100%, and really just wanted to see him.  It is hard to see someone different than who you have seen for all your other visits and prior pregnancy.  Dr. Y strolls in, sits down, puts the ultrasound on, and within minutes says "it's a girl."  At this point I was so confused, I wanted to be sure before I start naming my belly.  He says "yeah, but let's look at some different angles to show you."  He puts the ultrasound right on the bum looking up and says, "see gravity is on our side, if there were boy parts they would hang down."  I then ask "so if I were to go out tomorrow and by pink clothes, should I keep my receipt?"  He said "here these are the girl parts" and shows me.  Then Kev asks "so what percentage would you say that it is a girl."  Dr. Y says "95%".

Had I not had the experience with the midwife, I would probably say with confidence that I am having a girl.  But, he planted a seed of doubt, so now I am uncertain.  Am I going to buy pink clothes.  No.  I will wait another month, but I do hate referring to the baby as "it", so I am going to start referring to the baby as "her".  What do you think?