She's a girl, but don't make her wear too much pink

A couple weeks ago Jon and I got our ultrasound and found out baby Richert's a girl! She was facing downward for most of the time, and the doctor actually had to push on my stomach pretty hard, and have me get up and walk around, in order to even get the blurry, not so great profile you see here. She's a feisty one, which is why I was actually thinking she might be a boy. (Most of the time the big kickers have been boys from what I've heard.) Of course Jon is already saying (and worried) she's taking after mom. (A girl's got to stand up for herself... that doesn't mean she's feisty, right?)

We've got big plans for her already: doc said she's already got long arms, so our dreams of having a pro beach volleyball player is on its way to fruition (those legs better match the arms). We just hope she's not an Amazon woman who can't find any boys that are taller than she is. It's been fun to think about what it will be like having a girl, especially since most of the people around us, including our closest friends, all have boys. We can't wait to meet her!

I Know it's Either a Boy or a Girl

Jon and I get to find out the gender of our baby tomorrow morning! We have been anxiously awaiting this day, and kind of can't believe it's here. We were talking this afternoon, and when we think about the day we watched the second pink line appear on the Magic Stick (3 separate times), it feels like years ago. At the same time we can't believe we can "already" find out what it is!

People have been asking me if I have an inkling or premonition because some women do. I don't. Not at all. I have no idea what it is cruising around inside me, but I'm pretty sure it's a boy or a girl. I think it's because every couple minutes I change my mind as far as what I'd like it to be. As long as there's still only one, I'm good with the outcome.