Week 20: Boy or Girl?

On Friday we have our 20-week ultrasound and are hoping to find out the sex of the baby. With any luck, the kid will cooperate and show us his/her business. After the mooning incident at the 12-week ultrasound, I'm certain that a) he or she is probably NOT shy and b) this is definitely our kid.

In the beginning, I was sure it was a boy. Now I don't really know. Just when I think morning sickness is over, I hurl again. So if you put all your eggs in the "barfing = girl" basket, it must be a girl. And Amy did the hanging needle trick which predicted three girls in a row. However... my gut still says boy. It's just saying it a little more quietly now. I don't care one way or the other, I just hope it doesn't weigh 14lbs and come out dribbling a basketball. And then there's all the wacky dreams I've had - in all of them the baby is wearing yellow and I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl. I even dreamt that the ultrasound tech said it was a girl, and then changed her mind and said it was a boy. And either way, baseball preferences are passed through the mother, so he or she is a Red Sox fan!

Week 16: 1 out of 1 OBs surveyed...

agrees wholeheartedly that the heartbeat of a baby at 4 months in utero sounds like a car driving over a bridge, as Jer so adeptly put it this morning.

It turns out that "pony" and "bongo drums" are the most popular comparisons. In any event, listening to the baby's heartbeat remains our favorite part of the monthly trip to the doctor's office. Whizzing in a Dixie cup is a close second for me.

We also agreed that under no circumstances will we name this baby Griswalda (after today's nurse). She was cool and everything, but Griswalda is out.