Ultrasound of Ultrasounds . . . .

It's true. Stephen was able to re-schedule our ultrasound to be earlier (though it's still a two weeks late) and thus we went into the much anticipated ultrasound appointment to find out that the lucky duck of a baby inside me is actually not a duck at all, or an alien as might be supposed by past developmental stages, but is actually a boy. He's healthy which makes me as the absent minded mother who sometimes before I knew I was pregnant and forgot to take my multivitamins, quite happy. Stephen's also happy that he stopped me before I bought all those cute baby dresses at Costco 2 months ago. Yay! We're excited as can be. Perhaps most of all, because it seems like everyone else is having girls so I'll have a multitude of possible matches to make in the years to come. hehe.