SURPRISE!!! ...oh wait NOT!

So if there is one thing I have been determined to do throughout this pregnancy it was to keep the gender of this little babe a secret. With all of my other children I have wanted to find out early what we were having. Whether I wanted to be able to prepare, or I was too impatient to "wait and find out", I have never desired that surprise at delivery.

Until now.

I don't know what it is that makes this pregnancy so different. Perhaps I wanted something to look forward to throughout these crumby months of sickness. Maybe the fact that we have a boy and girls has made me less worried about being surprised. I think, more likely, it is the fact that this could very well be the last time I agree to go through this that might have something to do with it.

I wanted a surprise. I wanted it bad.

In fact as the ultrasound technician walked into the room last week prior to the exam she said, "Hello" and I said, "I DON'T want to know what I'm having!" I said it - clearly, emphatically and with absolute resolve! I said it before I said anything else!

Well that well meaning technician agreed to keep it a secret, she put that little doppler doo dad on my exponentially expanding tummy and she jumped! "Whoa" she said. "Are you SURE you don't want to know what you are having because I can tell you Right NOW!"

A little bit deflated I insisted again, that I wanted a surprise. Never mind the fact that she pretty much just gave it away. So she continued with the exam, calling the little critter a HE the entire time. I didn't think much of that because they have to refer to it as something right? Well midway through, this all too talkative technician turned the screen away and said, "Oh I can't let you see this part- just in case HE WANTS TO SHOW OFF!"

ARRGGGG!! Do you not realize you have given it away!

Where are the snarky technicians who refuse to say ANYTHING to you when you want one? You know the ones who are so silent that you are convinced something is wrong but they just won't tell you? No I got Miss Talks-a lot!

I left the clinic feeling relieved that our baby is seemingly healthy and happy as it swims around merrily causing havoc on my body. I also left feeling like the universe was conspiring against me and that no matter how hard I tried, for some reason I just had to KNOW
that we are having a Boy!

We are thrilled. Two girls - two boys. Perfectly balanced if you ask me and Sam could use a Brother so badly. He's getting a little too comfortable playing with his sisters and their dress up clothes, if you know what I mean.

It's perfect!

Besides, surprises really are over rated right?