She flipped on the ultrasound machine and we spent about 10 minutes looking at the baby today.

We aren�t certain � because my offspring was sitting Indian-style, legs crossed, and the cord was annoyingly in the way � but it certainly looks like we have a little daughter in there. My nurse said, �Now, don�t go buying anything pink � but I�m not seeing any signs of a torpedo in there, so I�d give you a 70% chance of it being a girl.�

We�ll have it confirmed in 2 weeks, at our 20-week ultrasound.

I told the nurse I had been dreaming about it being a girl, and she said, �Oh, Dr. Groovy says to always trust your dream instinct. If you are dreaming a girl, it�s likely to be a girl.�

Interesting.

Officially, at slightly less than 18 weeks, I have gained three pounds. Apparently most women gain more than that by this point. But she said not to worry about weight gain � and as long as everything is measuring okay at the 20-week ultrasound and the baby is growing appropriately, it really doesn�t matter how little I gain.

That�s nice to hear. I was afraid they were going to try and MAKE me pack on a pound a week � which I just can�t even begin to figure out how I�d do that. Because my 3-pound weight gain includes some fabulous empty calories � especially in the last few weeks. Lots of ice cream and movie popcorn.

So the baby looks good, and I look good, and Blue is going to have Daddy�s Little Girl running around the house in a few more months. (Well, not running around in a few months, but you know what I mean.)

A girl. Now I just have to pray that she doesn�t want to be a cheerleader in about 14 years.