Seeing as how this is our 4th baby and we already have everything for a boy or girl, we decided to wait until birth to find out the sex of the baby. It just made sense... and we had other friends doing it, so we wanted to be cool like them :P
Well, when we took Gregory with us to the ultrasound, we told the tech how our son was CERTAIN he was getting another sister. She obliged our request not to see the gender (resulting in us missing 1/2 the ultrasound... grr), but there was a time that I was sure I saw "something" float up.
She gave us a few pictures to take home. One of them had this suspicious-looking hint of something at the baby's waist. I started wondering if the tech either missed it or was trying to give us a chance to figure it out so our son would have a head's-up that he wasn't getting a sister after all.
By this point, the suspense had lost its luster. I had my suspicions and if they were true, I wanted Gregory to know. I also had felt oddly detached from my pregnancy, hating to HAVE to refer to the baby as "it" when we didn't say Gregory's selected pseudo-name, "Baby Lou." After a lot of contemplation, talking with Fred, and mostly feeling like an idiot, I called up the doc's office.
Sparing you all the details, they insisted my chart said, "Don't tell gender", which irritated me. I explained my suspicions and they reluctantly searched my charts. We had to wait a whole month before the sonograms were documented in my file. I FINALLY got a message on my answering machine from the office...
"The tech wrote in her notes that it is most likely MALE."
HA! I was right! My ego would have been seriously injured if they had said, "GIRL", not that I would be sad about having another daughter.
I was nervous about breaking the news to Gregory, since he was so hung up on the "sister" thing. When I gently told him, he thought about it for a full minute and then sighed, smiled and brightly said, "Ya know, mama, I didn't really want another sister... I want a baby brother!"
We figure that all he knows is sisters... but now he's thrilled, as is Charla. It's so fun how they're constantly asking me what the baby's doing. Charla will even TELL me what he's doing... "Mama, the baby's snuggling you!" or "Mama, ya know, the baby's eating rice!" (or whatever I'm eating at the moment).
I'd have to say, this has been the funnest pregnancy, since the kids are so involved! Let's hope it endures long after birth...