Waiting for Baby Grace: 16 week ultrasound 6.11.11 It's a...

When I first found out I was pregnant of course I immediately questioned the baby's gender. I didn't want to get my hopes up one way or another. Of course I wanted a healthy baby, in the long run THAT was the important thing. But deep down I couldn't help but have a preference...
On Saturday June 11, 2011 we were given an amazing gift. My wonderful uncle is an OB/Gyn and it was arranged for us to go and have an ultrasound done just to "take a look and check things out." There were no guarantees we would find out the baby's gender. In fact, we were told "If it's a boy and the 'parts' are there, then yes you can pretty much count on it. But, if it looks like a girl, you still shouldn't necessarily paint the nursery pink." Apparently there had been a mishap in the past where, even though Dale said "but I wouldn't paint the nursery pink", a couple had done so and ended up having a boy. So with that in mind, Mom and I went in for the ultrasound (Josh had stayed up in Spartanburg and had a yard sale that weekend making quite the profit so there were no complaints out of this mama to be).
The ultrasound technician, Diane, was amazing. Just a couple days prior her granddaughter had been born and she seemed extremely giddy from the entire thing. Plus, as soon as she was finished with us on that Saturday morning (God bless her for giving up part of her weekend) she was heading to Columbia to see that grandbaby.
It was amazing when she pulled up the first images and we were able to see how much the baby had grown from the little "rice crispy" we had seen 9 weeks earlier. What was in my belly now actually resembled a human!

Waving


Little feet

So Diane decides to move forward at that point and see if we can maybe get some questions answered... or at least a better idea... Well, it was like the little one just KNEW what kind of shot we wanted because the next thing I knew there was what I had seen during ultrasound photo searches referred to as a "potty shot" with two legs and what appeared to be the little ones "privates". I held my breath because boy oh boy did I already feel that I knew what I was looking at. I look over at Dale and Diane. She turns to Dale and asks "You want to call it or should I?" I still couldn't breathe.

"Looks like a little girl!"
I KNEW IT!!!! I KNEW IT!!!! I KNEW IT!!!! "Yes!" I say as I finally exhale. A few shots later where we get another good "potty" shot Dale makes the comment "It's DEFINITELY a girl. You can paint the nursery pink." Diane even comments "oh you said DEFINITE?!"