Today was our big ultrasound. Although we have a really funny picture from said scan, I told Kevin I wouldn't post it, because of the damage it could do in like 12 or 13 years. Although parents are morally obligated to embarrass their children, starting when they are in utero seems a bit excessive.
There's another great one of the baby's hand, but we aren't sure if he's showing us that he can Hang Ten, or if he's headed to the University of Texas. Or that he's already into Metallica.
Our tech assured us that she had a great track record when it came to getting the baby to give up the goods and after we measured all parts and checked the important bits, she let us know that the baby weighed in at 10 ounces.
Kevin asked if that was a center, or a point guard. I said I thought it meant musical theatre, and Kevin replied that he didn't care if our son was gay, as long as he wasn't a Dodger fan.
So! Scarlett gets a baby brother, and I get to go shopping for lots of little blue sleepers.