Maybe, maybe not
After days of drawn out anticipation, Dinka and I went to the doctor's office for the baby's first ultrasound only to find out that....it might be a girl. If the technician had to talk percentages, she would probably have put the chances somewhere around 60 or 65 percent. This isn't a remarkable bit more than the 50 percent chance of a coin toss being correct but hey, we'll take it. If I were to be so bold as to venture a guess based on my intuition, I would guess that it is a girl, although I have no history of success in such matters and I'm not sure that I've ever consulted said intuition for any predictions before. In any case, our next ultrasound isn't for another four weeks (a long stretch for anxious parents-to-be) so until then, we'll work under the assumption that we're dealing with a girl here.
Other vital statistics updated this afternoon: foot: 2 cm; weight: .25 kg; due date: July 25. And most importantly, the baby is healthy, growing and kicking away in there.
I wish I didn't have to say it but I do. You feel that kickin'? She's gonna be a soccer player. She is. SHE IS.