My child, the exhibitionist

I had my third sonogram this morning. I will actually wind up having 4-5 more before this baby is born. Have I mentioned they're being extra special careful with me this time? Nothing like good pre-natal care folks!

During both the previous scans, the baby was too small to have made any sort of guess at gender so there was no chance of finding out what we were having. We both prefer it this way. You don't get too many surprises in life like finding out what your child is while it's being handed to you. So we had no intention of finding out this time.

Now, given our situation and that we were going to wind up having so many pictures of this little one before it's even born, I thought we might find out somewhere along the line by accident.

This morning started out very well, the tech promised to keep the secret for us and did a fantastic job of getting all the right measurements while managing to avoid the baby's nether regions. Almost the entire time she scanned, our little one kept both hands over it's face almost as if we were paparazzi desperately trying snap Brittney doing something else foolish. "No pictures please!"

The doctor came in shortly after the tech finished up and was scanning here, there, everywhere to make sure everything looked good to him. As this was happening I got a smack on my elbow from Andy.

Sure enough, clear as day, no denying anything, the baby was laying pretty much spread-eagle in front of us. Both hands still covering HIS face.