Before I divulge my secret I want to tell the little story behind it. It was the night before my first appointment with Dr.C, our new back-up OB. It dawned on me that this would most likely be my last ultrasound and therefore my last opportunity, short of visiting a psychic, to find out the sex of our baby. I’ve been dying to know. Sure, it was my plan to keep it a surprise. I had visions of our beautiful midwife lying our freshly born baby onto my chest while Willy and I eagerly peek between the legs to unveil all we had been waiting for. Don’t get me wrong, this is a beautiful vision. It still sounds dreamy. But I really wanted to know the sex and it started becoming this game of inner strength and it wasn’t suppose to be that way. It was planned to be a surprise because initially I didn’t care one way or the other. I still don’t care one way or the other, but I definitely was dying to know… so I went to my appointment. The doctor insisted on doing an ultrasound to rule out any problems that would prevent me from being able to deliver at home. When he was done ruling things out, he shut off the machine. I then prompted him to turn his magical wand back on so I could have a little secret to go home with. On went the machine. He scanned my belly for another ten seconds our so babbling about how the baby’s breach and it’s kinda hard to get in between the legs and then he thought he saw something and so he went with what he thought he saw and declared, “I’d say you’re having a…. 

So with that said, I’m fairly certain Hooper will be having a brother. I say fairly because really he took ten seconds and to be honest, it looked to me like the penis could have been mistaken for the umbilical cord. But I’m going declare it a boy being that it’s a 50/50 shot to begin with and with probable boy parts seen, I’m going to bet that 50/50 is swayed a little more toward the boy end of the spectrum. Hip hip hooray! Truthfully, I’d be celebrating either way. I just want a healthy baby. But gosh, it feels good to know.