the reveal

One extremely long hour in the waiting room, one stressful and struggly hour in the dimly lit room with restless kids (remember the one hour wait?) and a passive-aggressive ultrasound tech who doesn't love kids, one passive-aggressive ultrasound tech calling me back in as we packed kids into car because she'd forgotten to take a photo and actually dared to politely blame it on my kids for distracting her... and we have a verdict:

I will NOT be returning the following mass of cuteness I have accumulated since my inconclusive ultrasound two months ago! And I WILL be headed to Goodwill's 50% off sale tomorrow morning for more.



Yeah, you're right. I wasn't planning on returning a jot of it, anyway. I'll admit it feels good to finally have a scientifically-founded confirmation, but the kids and I were already quite certain that a baby sister is on her way. I've had a great deal of intuitive revelations about this little nugget. We are anxious to see the rest of our predictions realized.

P.S. I left kitchen chairs in the living room overnight while my freshly-mopped floor dried. The next morning a rare and unprompted scene of harmony greeted me.