Yesterday was the anatomy scan for Baby T #2.  On the way to the hospital I told Eric that I was happy to get to see the baby, but I wasn't experiencing the anticipation I had with Maddie's anatomy scan since I already knew this baby was a girl.

After the tech finished taking all of the necessary pictures for the doctor, she called Eric into the room.  She took her time showing us many different images of Baby T #2:  the beating heart, a variety of organs, the umbilical cord attachment and blood flow, arms, legs, etc.  Finally it was time to confirm that I was right about the baby's gender.  The tech pulled the image up on the screen and asked me to take a look and make a guess.  I could not believe what I was seeing!  Was it really a boy?!

baby boy was facing my back, so this is the best profile the tech could get

I don't know how long it took me to get over the shock that this little baby I've been carrying around isn't a girl.  I think I am still trying to get used to the idea.  It's not so much that I would I have preferred a girl, but everything about this pregnancy has seemed so much like my last one that it never crossed my mind that this could be a boy.

Later that evening Eric and I invited our parents and Carol to a local park where we released blue balloons to reveal that Baby T #2 is a boy.

Now if only I could get Maddie to stop correcting me with "sister" everytime I tell her she's going to have a baby brother.