So we can try again in the beginning of December when we rotate through to a different doctor at the OB practice. That appointment will be a general check up as well, with no ultrasound. So odds are not exactly on our side for finding out the sex then either. But fear not! I have been thinking up some much better medical-sounding reasons why the new doctor will need to check the baby with a sonogram specifically: 1) I pooped out what appears to be a baby arm, but flushed before I could confirm it. I think it is wise that we look at the baby through your magical baby box machine to confirm all the limbs are present. 2) I swallowed my cat last week and while I'm familiar enough with anatomy to know that my stomach and my uterus are separate. I think we should confirm that the cat hasn't clawed her way into my womb. She gets lonely.
Otherwise, I may have to call up Tom Cruise. I seem to recall he bought an ultrasound machine when Katie Holmes was pregnant. I don't know, maybe he rents it out or something? I'm open to any other suggestions.
Otherwise, looks like we'll just have to old-school it, which is exciting right? The silver lining is that Dave and I have more of a unisex style going on anyway, so this won't slow us down in getting the nursery ready or purchasing baby gear. Although I was annoyed earlier today about not finding out, that had more to do with not being able to share the news with everyone. Tonight, I feel fine not knowing until birth. Maybe I'm just getting better at brainwashing myself. But for now, I'm just happy that I've got a healthy bean living in my belly.