I am so weak

First of all, let me say I am very, very weak. I caved at the ultrasound appointment. Normally our hospital won't even tell you the sex, and definitely not before 20 weeks. But then the tech asked if we want to know. And we weren't 20 weeks along, but she said since we were 19 weeks, 6 days, it was fine, she'd tell us. And then we never saw anything during the measurements, so we assumed it was a bust, but she offered to spend an extra few minutes looking at the end of the appointment.

And after much hand-wringing and coin-tossing, we said "Oh fine. Tell us!!" (Well, I said it. D was much, much stronger. And as a condition, he made me promise not to tell a soul, well, except for the secret blog.)

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bring on the Suri Cruise high heels and the PRINCESS GEAR!!! She's a SHE!

We were both there in a bit of shock, and we slightly regretted finding out, because the surprise would have been so amazing. And also, because it makes watching LM so much more poignant. I may never have another 2-year old delicious little boy. And it's a bit of a shift in identity, because I sort of see myself as a mother of a boy and I really like that identity. But I've got a grin a mile wide. A girl!!!! How delightful and wonderful and new. And it makes me even more nervous about about everything turning out okay. She seems like a real person now.

Oh, and I'm just kidding about the princess gear and the Suri Cruise heels. My daughter won't wear heels until she's at LEAST four. Wink. Wink.

Now, to think of a name.