I don't know what I was expecting them to say but boy wasn't it. Maybe, "It's an asparagus." Or "It's a tree." I mean, I was floored. But the longer I've had to digest the fact that it's a boy, the happier I am.
He wasn't very good at getting pictures taken, to which I sighed and realized he was just like his dad, so the only other good one was of his feet.
Can you see his little foot with the other one folded behind it? Kind of hard I know.
Well, there was another good picture but it's pretty self explanatory by saying, "It's a boy."
Oh my gosh, it's a boy. Awesome!
And, a funny story. We were shopping at the mall a few weekends back, I know, I was surprised too but Brent needed new shoes for work. Brent takes FOREVER to choose shoes. Granted he wears them till they fall off his feet, but I get bored. We had just come from Barnes and Noble where we had gotten a baby book so that was sitting next to me as I watched Brent walk around and around in his shoes. (Love you!) Anyway, the clerk was watching him walk around and around and finally asked me what book I was reading. Long story a little bit longer, I said baby book and she said congratulations. Then the advice began. (This is definitely a weird thing about pregnancy!) She asked me a few things then said, "Do you have heart burn?" to which I replied yes. Then she said, "Oh, that means it's a boy with a lot of hair." I kind of laughed at the time, but now I'm wondering. Is he going to have a lot of hair? And is it going to be curly?