It's a...

I had my 18 week sonogram one week ago today. As much as we tried to fanagle, Ron couldn't make it to the appointment with me. He really didn't want us to find out the baby's sex but I was determined to know. It is not in my nature to straight up go against his wishes but did I mention I was determined? I hate the thought of going through an entire pregnancy not knowing what the baby is! SO...I asked the sono tech to figure it out and put the answer in an envelope for me to take home. She agreed. It's amazing what the untrained eye can recognize when the switch is flipped to 4D, however. I thought maybe I could tell myself, in the quick pass she took past baby's "parts." Anyway, I came home with a sealed envelope that Ron refused to open. How rude...
It took until Friday - and he said it was only because I had an inkling - to open the envelope. Sydney was sitting in the room with us not knowing what we were even doing. Ron opened it and showed me. Then he gave the labeled picture to Sydney. A sweet pout quickly turned to all-out sobbing. "I don't want it to be a boy!" she cried. Heartbreaking, really.
So there ya have it...it's a BOY!
:o)