And the gender is…

Yesterday was terribly suspenseful and exciting and I knew it would be, but I also knew that my day would be way more exciting than the usual Foodie Friday.

Don’t worry, though – it’ll be back next week.

But anyway, my day started out with traffic court and holy god. Some people are really stupid. I won’t get into it too much, but let’s just say the bailiff has the patience of the Gods and my favorite part was when he bitched people out for not paying attention. That and he didn’t care that I was texting the whole time, but just asked that I keep it low so it wouldn’t look like I was taking pictures.

So that was literally half of my morning, and I was effing starving the whole time, so I get home, have 3 bites of leftover lasagna (home made with turkey sausage – what what!) and dash off to Corona Del Mar with my mom and BD for real lunch. We dropped off lunch for my sister on the way to the OB’s, and then it was time for the appointment.

The Appointment With Kaiser Permanente

So here’s the thing. This week’s appointment was with a CNM who was SUPER sweet, but it wasn’t the official measure-the-baby-and-determine-the-gender ultrasound. In fact, it was just a normal checkup. The nurse who scheduled everything at our last appointment failed to mention that we need to have a separate appointment between 18-20 weeks with Radiology.

*facepalm*

The CNM was nice enough to do an ultrasound, though, and from what we could tell it looked like a girl, so I was pretty excited. However, my mom was waiting in the lobby (she didn’t realize that only 1 person could go in with me for the appointment), and she wanted to know NOW.

The Meeting at Ultrasound Services

So we visited Ultrasound Services – they seriously squeezed us in at close to 5 pm. Seriously. Best people ever.

So my mom is stoked because she gets to be in the room along with daddy, so the technician gets started. Naturally, my mom starts pointing giddily for me to look at the technician’s monitor, completely unaware that there is a big screen monitor between her head and me. I get her to move over and the technician rolls over our little, pointing out the head, an amazing shot of the spine and ribs, the heart and then we got down to the legs.

And then we saw it. His “tallywhacker” as my mom so eloquently called it. The technician showed us that she was showing the position equivalent to a back-view of him crawling. Emphasis on the him. I asked that it couldn’t be the umbilical cord, so she showed us where the umbilical cord was, floating around up by our little dude’s face.

Apparently, I should have seen my face, and I knew I just went completely blank. In fact, I clearly remember thinking “ohmygod, close your mouth, you look like a fish and you’re not supposed to react this way” so I closed my mouth, which was also hilarious, apparently. But yeah. I was COMPLETELY shocked. I already live with/take care of 2 boys (though Toby only counts as half a boy because he never did get to be a real boy to begin with).

That one was for you, Bob Barker.

Needless to say, my mom and baby daddy thought it was hilarious.

Then I laughed at my mom because every time she yelled my bump, she called it Sofia (my choice girl’s name).

To baby child #1 if you ever read this: I told her to stop that. Seriously. And though I really really thought you’d be a girl, I never called you Sofia myself. Promise.

So we watched for a little while longer, and saw that both arms were up by his face – I teased that he was covering his ears from Nana’s greetings, but it was SUPER super cute. Then we saw him stretching and moving around – we even noticed him flexing his fingers, but ultimately, he pointed a lot. I guess it’s something we’ll just have to work on. Here are some pictures:

What’s Next

So big shock, but I’m SO happy!! I know the next question will be names, and right now, I’d love to tell you but we’re still working on options. I think at the 3rd trimester mark we’ll be ready to share, but right now, baby’s name is in private beta.

However, a lot of people have already asked, so I’m registered at target.com and you can search for me by name (Resa Barillas) or click here for my registry.