It's a......

For all those who commented saying Mother's Intuition was not to be taken lightly...you were right!

If you could ignore my face in this photo and focus on the cute clothes, that would be great. 

Blue outfits - because it's a boy!!! (I changed my outfit the second we got home to match/celebrate.

I got some confusion on this on social media, but hey, I'm a teacher, I can't just spell everything out for people. I need to give just enough information for you to draw your own conclusions, at which point I will give you a high five and a gold star.

After last week's sonogram debacle, I was hesitant to tell people that we had rescheduled for Wednesday at 9am (that didn't really stop me though, I still told basically everyone I know). I've been really solid on the boy prediction, up until this past week, when I started to waver just a bit. Last night though, I had two very vivid dreams of being in the sonogram and finding out it's a boy. One also involved me getting up from the table in my underwear and seeing my boss. This doesn't really make sense because 

1. Why would she be there?
2. There aren't other people in the room creepily watching you during a sonogram.
3. You don't disrobe for a sonogram (at least in my experience).

Although that made me question the veracity of the dreams a tad, I still felt pretty positive that the boy part would be accurate. 

Our appointment was at 9, so I was super excited to sleep in on a Wednesday. Then I woke up out of one deep "it's a boy" dream at 5:30am and couldn't fall back asleep. I decided to just take advantage of the early daylight and go for a run. It wasn't a particularly pleasant one (3.5 miles), despite the perfect weather. But I did start listening to a new audiobook that my aunt recommended. It's a YA book about humans and dragons, so basically my two favorite things in the whole wide world (Hunger Games and Game of Thrones) combined.

For the failed appointment, they had told me to arrive with a full bladder, or what I like to call "my whole life these days". When I rescheduled, they didn't mention that, but I did it anyway to be on the safe side (and also because, as I said, it's just a constant state currently). It was pretty uncomfortable, and I was pretty nervous about laying there letting someone press on it for an hour.

As soon as the tech got started, she commented on it and told me it wasn't necessary. We stopped for a bathroom break. I probably couldn't have been happier if she had told me we were the 1000th sonogram and had just won a free trip to Disney World.

HE was moving like crazy the whole time. Modern technology is freaking crazy. We got to see the spine, organs, brain, palette, count all the fingers and toes - it was amazing. I'm sure this isn't news to most people but we were pretty fascinated by it. Everything is measuring right on target and looks healthy - jackpot. 

I would say probably 200-300 people warned us we might not be able to see the necessary items to determine the sex, which we appreciated each and every time. It turned out not to be a problem. The tech told us we wouldn't find out until near the end of the sonogram, but he turned and showed off the goods without us even asking. The tech was suddenly like "now you can see the gender!" and we were like "uhhhhh.....we can?". Once she explained everything it was pretty clear, and it was hard to focus on the rest of the sonogram after that.

But this happened, and it brought me back to reality pretty quick - HOW CUTE IS THAT???

We called our parents in the car, and headed straight to Babies R Us to finally pick out some gender specific outfits! One each - this boy already has so many adorable hand-me-downs coming his way.

Probably should have put those sunglasses on my face. #prime

Yup

It's really strange after 16 weeks of saying "it" or "the baby" to switch to "he". When the tech pointed out the  eye sockets, I asked if he could see (since my google search this weekend proved inconclusive). When the tech pointed out the  eye sockets, I asked if he could see (since my google search this weekend proved inconclusive). Eric thought I was asking if he (Eric) could see the screen - with the ultrasound images.

When we got home, we continued the celebration by scheduling our childbirth, newborn, and breastfeeding classes at the hospital. It's still hard to shake the feeling like this is all a joke or I'm just a kid pretending to play house, but little by little it's starting to feel a tiny bit more like real life.

I know gender reveal parties are popular, but I couldn't imagine finding out with a whole bunch of people watching me. This was perfect and happened just the way I always imagined – just me, my beloved husband, and a stranger holding a wand on my lube covered belly.