Ultrasound at Week 19

Wow. Life is busy! Especially this time of year. Sorry for the late post, but it's been crazy.

Sometime the week prior to the ultrasound, Baby Titus and I had a conversation that went something like this:

ME: Ya know, Baby, you're gonna have to give Mommy a sign to let her know what you are. Mommy's are supposed to have some kind of intuition to let them know if you're a boy or girl. To be honest, Mommy has no clue! So I need a sign of some sort ok?

BABY: {nothing} (At least that I could tell. Maybe the baby nodded.)

ME: Ok. Well, the ultrasound is next week, so you've got 7 days, ok?

BABY: {nothing}

ME: Good. That's a good baby.

Two days before the ultrasound, I began referring to the baby as "he". The sign? Not sure, but I do know that going in to the ultrasound, I thought, "This kid is a boy!"

The morning of the ultrasound, Brad is like a kid on Christmas morning. :) When we arrived, the ladies in the clinic, anticipating our arrival, had already checked me in! But we still had to wait. The wait seemed like eternity. But finally, the door opened and we were called back.

From my limited knowledge of ultrasounds, everything looked great! The tech showed us the baby's profile.

 We heard the heartbeat -158bpm. Then she changed something and we saw blood flowing in and out (in red and blue) of the heart and umbilical cord!

 We saw the legs (which were crossed and stretched out - this kid is mellow!), 

feet (which I think look big - I don't really know!), brain and spine. It was amazing!

After doing the baby's measurements (the baby is a couple days ahead in terms of growth), the tech asked if we wanted to know the baby's sex. We told her yes!

She used the wand to move to the area to see what the baby's sex was and when she got there it was completely obvious - no looking around, no prodding, no attempts to get the baby to cooperate - that...

 IT'S A BOY!!

It was like he knew he had been discovered. After we knew who he was, he waved at all of us in the ultrasound. And opened his mouth like he was smiling at us.

Brad, I think, cried through the whole ultrasound. I cried only after I was told to stop laughing. (Everytime I laughed, my belly would shake, causing the tech to lose the image. She told me I was only allowed to laugh when she had the image frozen on the screen.) I was so excited. (Not only to be right, mind you!) I had wanted a little boy first.

So, say hello to Lincoln Daniel Titus.  Hope he brings a smile to your face like he has mine.