We had our anatomy ultra sound today. I honestly felt like it was Christmas morning when trying to fall asleep last night. I was really hoping for a girl, for the basic fact that I'm a girl and understand girls and pink sparkles are fun, even though I'm really, really trying to work on staying away from gender stereotypes. Dh really wanted a boy, for many of the same reasons (substitute his visions of mountain biking with a son for the pink sparkles). Our ultrasound tech was a real treat. We could smell the cigarette smoke 10 feet away, and she looked about 80, even though she was probably 50. We were going to video tape the visit, but thought better of it after the first few minutes with her. While nice and very knowledgeable about baby body parts, she was extremely gruff and kept getting upset at the baby for moving so much. Apparently we have an extreme wiggler on our hands, and it wouldn't stay still long enough for her to get the pictures she needed. Below is one of the face, although it's arm was mostly in the way anytime she tried to get a picture. After asking us when we first got in if we wanted to know the sex, and hearing us both say 'YES!', she pulled out her wand, moved it around a bit and said 'It's a boy.' And then moved on. A bit anti-climatic, but we're still pretty darn excited. I've spent the morning adjusting my thought process to having a boy, and am getting more and more excited. I ordered Dh some 'I'm having a son' presents, below. Dh is in to sock monkeys, and got a matching set of hand crocheted sock monkey hats for him and the baby. So I thought these little onesies would be fun to wear with the hat. While I won't be looking at the tutus and bows, I'm getting more in to the idea of other fun items for boys. Overalls and jackets and Woody from Toy Story.