Our daughter . . .

Well, the third try is the charm, I guess. I went for an ultrasound today and tried all the tricks that I knew to get the baby to cooperate. I ate a big meal including a coke and snickers bar (per my cousin Meg's recommendation). I made sure my bladder was full (per my OB's advice). I laid on my side (per the ultrasound tech's advice). But still, nothing! That little stinker was sitting Indian style, and we couldn't see a thing! The tech told me I should reschedule, but I told her that I couldn't leave without knowing. She let me wait until she scanned all the other patients, and I drank 3 glasses of ice cold water (per Amie Kawasaki's advice). When I came back in, our little girl was perfect. I couldn't believe it. I must have asked the tech 4 times if she was sure that the baby is a girl, and finally she said, "Honey, I've done this every day for the past five years. Yes, it's a girl." So now we know. :)