We had our major ultrasound this morning and got our first really good look at the kid. It seems to have inherited Shannon’s button nose. My primary contribution thus far appears to be somewhat… er… lower on the body.

Yup, it’s a boy. And we’re ecstatic.

Now, many of you know that we were kinda sorta hoping for a girl. We’ve had the girl’s name picked out almost since we were pregnant, but we’ve had almost daily conversations about boy’s names, and we never really had that a-ha moment, that moment when you know you’ve got it right. Also, neither of us really have any idea how to raise a boy. Shannon’s a very girly girl, and I’m not exactly a jock.

Well, that “we wanted a girl” thing went away like only so much smoke (as many of you said it would). As for not knowing how to raise a boy, it occurred to me this morning on the way to the doctor’s office that we barely know how to raise our cats, much less a person, boy or otherwise. So that’s a wash. Also, almost the moment Shannon knew it was a boy, she had that a-ha moment, and when she told me, I knew she was right.

(And no, we’re not telling you until we’ve told him, so don’t even try.)

Of course, it’s already acting like a typical bratty boy. He simply refused to cooperate with the ultrasound technician, squirming and moving around and refusing to hold still. We spent a good half of the session trying to get a clear view of his heart, but he’d have none of it. This one’s going to be a handful, folks.

Otherwise, everything’s more or less where it should be, and in the correct proportion. Theres a section on the report labeled, “Normal,” listing several dozen body parts. The next section is labeled, “Abnormal,” and it says simply, “None identified.” Best. Medical. Document. Ever.