The Inside Scoop:
19 weeks gestation
Why is that ultrasound technicians consistently print the worst pictures even when presented with more than thirty minutes of beautifully rendered fetal photo ops? I used to chalk it up to bad taste, but with this pregnancy I admit there is an extenuating circumstance.
Since we've decided not to find out the gender of this baby in-utero, I think that the pressure not to expose any secrets left the technician with a limited body of work from which to choose.
Back when The Boss was still sucking in amniotic fluid on the ultrasound screen, we got whole body shots. Head to toe. Since we wanted to find out the sex, nothing was held back. This time around, the tech was careful to make her measurements in careful segments that would not allow any genitalia to creep in unannounced. In one screen, there was a femur. In another, the balloon of a mid-section. The head. The neck. The heart (133 bpm, by the way). But nothing that put it all together. When the doctor came in to check up on the tech's work at the end of the session, he even asked me to turn my head away for about five seconds while he made sure everything looked good you-know-where.
"Don't make any inferences based on how quickly I did that," he said. "At this point, one is just as obvious as the other."
"Hmm." I nodded thoughtfully.
Obviously I wanted and still want to be surprised. Now that I made it past the first hurdle, however, I am not above a little unscientific speculation. What do you think? Boy or girl? I gave you all the clues I have. Give me your guess!