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Last Friday, we had our 20 week ultrasound. Last Wednesday, we were not finding out the sex of the baby. Last Thursday night as I put Emma to bed and talked to her about coming to the ultrasound she asked me some very valid questions.
Question #1 Do they put on special glasses to see the baby in your belly?
Question #2 Does the gel they put on the special wand hurt when they look at the baby?
Question #3 Will it take a long time?
Question #4 Will they be able to tell me if I'm having a baby brother or a baby sister?

I thought it was so adorable that she was taking such an interest in the ultrasound that I called my mom and told her the story. After talking with her, I decided it was silly to not find out the sex when Emma was so excited to know.

On Friday, we arrived at 10:30. 45 minutes later I was finally being called back, honestly who makes a pregnant girl with a full bladder wait that long! Turns out they had gotten new equipment and the ultrasound tech was being trained. So yes, we got to see the baby on a giant flat screen tv instead of the normal tiny monitor but I still think my bladder is revolting.

After getting all the standard questions and measurements out of the way, the tech asked if we'd like to know the babies sex. We directed the question to Emma and let her be in charge (which she loves to do) and she answered quickly that she wanted to know. Later Eric and I agreed that we had both already figured out what the baby was when the tech was searching in that area before asking us. I guess after 5 ultrasounds, you get pretty good at knowing what to look for!

Emma is excited that she is having a baby sister and Eric is still trying to cope with the fact that we will be paying for two weddings one day. I am excited to be having another girl and even more excited that her birthday falls in the same season as Emma's. Thank God for hand-me-downs! I think a little girl will be easier for Josh to adjust to and that he is going to be sweeter with her than he would be with a boy.

I am glad in the end we decided (with a little persuasion from Emma) to find out. I probably would have gone crazy not knowing and now I can start laundry before she arrives. We can also start the never ending task that is throwing around names. Maybe just maybe, she might be our first child with a name before they force us to name her in the hospital because the birth certificate has to be filled out. :o)