The great flasher

We've all known for a long time that come this winter Ashley is going to be a big sister. The big mystery until this point is if she'd have a baby brother to play trucks with or a little sister to share dress up clothes and makeup with. Of course pink or blue hasn't mattered one bit to Jake or I; as cliche as it sounds all we want is a little bundle of healthiness.
So you may be wondering why I'm bothering to tell you all of this...Hold on because I'm getting to that.
When I was pregnant with Ashley I would have bet money that I was having a boy. How wrong I was and totally shocked when she flashed her girly-parts during an ultrasound. That whole "the mother's instinct is always right" bit must have passed right over me. But no biggie because just like this time around, all I (we) wanted was a healthy baby and she proved to be just that.
Fast forward to present-day and again I have all my chips on the blue spot. I spend a majority of my time picking out boy names and picturing what our little tyke will look like. I can see him running the equipment with Jake, learning how to build things and working on cars right alongside his daddy. It really is a beautiful picture; too bad you can't see what I'm seeing!
For the last 8 weeks I've known that today would be our 'big reveal' day, if we really wanted to know what I'm having. Jake, aka Mister Patient, has wanted to know since I found out I was pregnant what I am having and has made no secret about wanting to know. I, on the other hand, am more of a romantic, wanting to go 'old school' and not find out until delivery time. And while I'll admit that I want to know --this-- much, I want to be surprised ---this-- much (just a hair more). This morning I finally decided to give up the fight and just find out already. It's not one of the 7 deadly sins, but I gave into temptation just the same.
So at 845 this morning I find myself stretched out on the ultrasound technician's table, big bare belly sticking out, Jake eagerly seated at my left, and me saying "Yes, tell us!". The tech explains that the first measurements will be the boring ones (my anatomy check, head and fluid measurements, etc.) and the fun stuff like little hands and feet and finding out the sex would come later. So I settle in and suddenly I decide that I don't want to know. I want to be surprised! Just as I'm getting ready to share my news, I look at the screen which shows my uterus and amniotic fluid measurements and in the upper left corner a pair of legs flash by and nothing else. I didn't say anything because I didn't know if my untrained eyes knew exactly what they were looking at. Maybe what I thought were legs were in fact arms or feet or something totally not baby related. But then a second later there it was again. A flash. Is it a bird? A plane? No! It's obviously 2 little legs. And just two little legs.
There it was plain as day: BABY GIRL! The technician quickly confirmed what I was seeing by saying "Congratulations! You're having another girl!" I peeked over at Jake and his smile was bigger than I'd ever seen. Apparently he wasn't the least bit upset to not get his little boy this time around. In fact he told me later on that he suspected I was having a second girl all along!
So without further adieu Jake and I are happy to announce that we are the proud parents of 2 perfect (Yes, perfect! The ultrasound showed nothing buy a healthy and happy baby!), precious, perky, playful and peppy little lass'!
And in case you're wondering, I'm totally healthy too. Everything is checking out right as it should be. In fact according to the measurements taken today my due date should be December 6 instead of 8. Who knows? Maybe EB2 will decide she wants a November birthday...

Waving hi to my family and friends
Another shot of my petite little 1 pound 3 ounce self
Now Mommy knows why she's always feeling me move around - I love to put my feet like this and then push with all my might
Here's a short video of me wiggling around. At the very beginning you can see my tiny heart beating away and then I give Mommy the ol' one-two with a swift kick and powerful punch.