BEWARE: SPOILERS BELOW. IGNORE THIS POST IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW FOGGY'S SEX.
Anyway, we went to the doctor on Thursday. (We were in Chicago all weekend and this is the first chance I've gotten to post since then.)
Before we went to the doctor, though, we went to the ultrasound technician. After a bit of searching around, looking at various parts of Fog, the technician focused in on Foggy's privates. Poor Fog. It was a most undignified position. As the technician described the scene, it was like Foggy was sitting naked on top of a glass table and we were looking up at the kid through the glass.
It turns out that Fog is a boy! We could see his privates as clear as daylight. No doubt about it.
So, Tara and I are going to have a son. We celebrated by promptly going to Baby Gap and H&M while in Chicago and buying a slew of (boy's) baby clothes.
I think Karen, Tara's mom, was a bit disappointed. I think she was looking forward to buying girls clothes for Foggy. They do tend to be a lot cuter than boys clothes. (But we did find some really cute stuff in Chi-town!)
I think Karen had also been half-convinced by one of her colleagues that Foggy was definitely a girl. The colleague had used some Chinese horoscope method to determine Foggy's sex. I guess we won't trust that method anymore!
Karen and I both took video of the ultrasound exam, some of which I will post later. We also got a whole passel of still photos from the sonogram that I will also post once Dan scans them in.
Oh, one other thing about the ultrasound. Foggy may be further along in his development than we thought. The kid is 10 inches from head to rump--as the technician so delicately phrased it--and about 8 oz. That size would make him about 20-plus weeks along, according to our technician.
Going into the exam, we thought Tara was a little more than 19 weeks along, so Foggy's either a week older than we thought, or he's gonna be a big baby!
Despite being further along than we previously expected, Foggy's due date hasn't changed. The kid is still due on April 7.
So, it's been confirmed: Foggy is alive and kicking!
I felt Fogbert kick this morning. Tara felt it too, so we're pretty sure we actually felt a kick instead of just imagining it. Of course, it could have just been gas or something, but I don't think so.
Foggy apparently has been kicking up a storm lately. S/he is so tiny though, that the kicks are barely perceptable; they fell more like soft thumps than anything else.
Tara and I got our own kicks last weekend shopping for clothes. Yes, we finally broke down and bought some maternity clothes for Tara and me. Well, mine weren't exactly maternity clothes, but I did get them at the same time that Tara was getting hers.
Although much of the maternity wear we'd seen in the past was pretty awful, we did find some cute things. And since we got them from Old Navy, we were able to buy a ton of stuff and not spend a whole lot of money. (Well, we spent a lot -- but not nearly as much as we would have if we'd gone somewhere else.)
Tara got two camisoles, a pair of yoga pants and a cute ruffled top. I had my doubts about the ruffled top, but it did look really cute on Tara. (I looked awful in it.)
The maternity clothes became necessary, because Tara is starting to show. She finally broke down and decided that she was having too difficult a time getting into her normal clothes. So we wound up at Old Navy after seeing a play last weekend.
As much as Tara disliked the idea of getting maternity clothes, I think she's happy we went. The stuff does look cute -- and it fits her!
