To answer Netters' question - I wasn't sure what to expect going into the ultrasound. I was, in fact, quite intent on not expecting anything. Multiple women at my church had made a point of telling Janelle and I with a high degree of certainty that we were having a boy. They used such scientifically sound indicators as feeling sick and having heartburn to prove we were having a male child. Of course I questioned their assessments and told them their old wives' tales had no sway with me, but they brushed aside my objections and said with all conviction, "it's a boy, you'll see." So when we went into the ultrasound place I was actually hoping we'd have a girl, if only to prove these people and their prognostications wrong. So when the doctor-type-lady told us we were having a girl, I cheered. Being the graceful type, there's nothing I love more than shoving someone else's errors in their face, which is something I will gleefully do the next time I encounter these women.
I have also decided, after having a day to reflect on it, that I am very excited about having a daughter. I think it's going to be awesome. Now that I've been able to see the baby forming (although I must admit some of the angles during the babyview yesterday were pretty frightening) and hear her heartbeat - and now that I know she's a she - she's a lot more real to me. I'm excited to meet her and take her to A's games and tell her how great she is and see what she's going to be like. I'm going to like being a dad, and I think I might even be able to get over the fact that I'm going to be wiping someone else's butt.
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