The 3D ultra-sound

So, this is it. Tomorrow, in a small suburban ultrasound clinic, we find out once and for all whether we'll be having a boy or a girl. We've been for ultrasounds twice before as part of our regular prenatal check-ups, but lo-and-behold, our little one has been a bit shy. My dad says this proves it's a girl, because getting boys in our family to bare-all takes about as much coaxing as getting a fat kid to have second helping of cake. This may or may not be true, but we'll just wait to see whether this medically informed prediction comes to pass.

Virtually everyone we talk to has asked whether we know the sex, and whether we are going to find out. Hell yes we're going to find out. We're not a couple that does well with even minor surprises, so the prospect of waiting until B-day (birthday) would be torture.

We'll be getting a CD of pictures and a DVD of the session. We're both very excited. So excited, in fact, that we've already fought argued over our vastly different views on what music we should bring to dub over the DVD. Yes, we are indeed going to be terrific parents with our priorities firmly established. God help us if we add another stubborn family member to this mix; if our baby's refusal to turn over for our last ultrasound technician is any indication, we're in for quite the family dynamic.