The Big Reveal

Last Wednesday, we learned that we are having a boy. How exciting! Although I have said throughout the pregnancy that it was a boy, Scott didn't believe me. Until now. Obviously, this means he was rather surprised by the news. Here's a run-down of our appointment:

Ultrasound technician (T): So, you want to know the gender, huh? Any predictions?

Scott (S): I say it's a girl.

Me (H): And I think it's a boy.

T: Well, are you going to pull out your phones and start texting right away? (She obviously doesn't know me!)

H: Uh, no. We'll wait until we leave.

T: Okay then. Here's the baby's leg, and here's another leg. And here's the baby's kickstand.

(General elation and cheers from me and Scott, accompanied by much grinning.)

S: Are you sure? I don't want to find out in the delivery room that this is a mistake.

T: Oh, without a doubt.

For the rest of the appointment, Scott and I both were on cloud nine. And, unlike with Leah's ultrasound, Scott actually paid attention this time.

At one point, Scott did mention that he wanted to text John (while we were at the appointment), but I reminded him that he had to call his parents first (and he did). Later, still during the appointment, Scott started planning the baby's athletic future: Skatequest (the local ice rink) should be rebuilt by the time the baby is one, so he could start skating lessons soon thereafter. (And just today, when I mentioned that we don't need too many baby toys for him since much of Leah's are gender neutral, Scott couldn't help but suggest buying him some hockey sticks.)

Needless to say, we are so THRILLED with the news (evidenced by the fact that we both started making phone calls as soon as we stepped off the elevator).