It's a...

I want to preface this post by saying I had absolutely no preference on a boy or girl going into our appointment. Not because I "just want a healthy baby." I do want a healthy baby, of course, but I don't think the sex and the health are really at all related, and certainly not mutually exclusive. Rather, I didn't have a preference because it took us a long time to get to here, to this pregnant point. And when you're dealing with the waiting game, I think all you really want is a baby. Whether that baby was a boy or a girl didn't really matter at all.

Now, getting to the good part. I was sixteen weeks when we went in for our ultrasound on Friday. I knew that was on the early side to be finding out, so I had worked hard at not getting my hopes up that they'd be able to tell us. Really, I was just excited to get to watch our sweet baby on the screen for an hour.

Since I met Hugh, I've always felt like we would have all boys. I don't know why, but I have always just pictured myself as the Mom of three boys. Maybe because our pets are all boys?

Anyway, when I finally got pregnant, I didn't really have a feeling one way or the other. Until week 7. When I woke up clear as day feeling like this baby was a girl. Try as I might to remain neutral, I could only picture the baby being a girl. When Hugh was stressed about our boy name options, because you know we've been discussing names since 2005, I couldn't even get worked up about it.

So, there we are at the ultrasound. I think girl. Hugh thinks boy. My Mom thinks boy. Every single one of our friends thinks girl. And then two minutes into our ultrasound, the tech proclaimed, it's a...

GIRL!

I thought it was a girl and I was still shocked. I sat straight up on the table and shouted, "Are you serious?!" She was. And then there were lots of happy tears and hugging and hand-squeezing from these elated parents. 

Really, it's so fun just to know. And it doesn't hurt that we think she's just the cutest thing we ever saw:

Sweetest little profile.

I, for one, cannot even handle those little crossed legs.

So, there you have it. A healthy, perfect White Hot baby girl. And if you thought I was counting down to April 26th before...

Post Script: I'm back into my regular life, cooking and working and maintaining this little house and staying awake for more than three hours at a time, so stay tuned for some non-baby related posts. And, let's be honest, probably some more baby-related posts too. Happy Monday, frinternets.