An anatomy ultrasound has been conducted–two, in fact, and in detail.  All bets have been tallied and all old wives’ tales have been conducted (except the one where I have to pee on baking soda–my curiosity has its limits).

And the results are in:

IT’S MISS YOUNG MONEY!!!

How is it possible that I can add another girl to what is already a crazy house of women??  HOW?!

I nearly fell over in shock.  Actually, I giggled as hard as I did during the first ultrasound (and as I did during the entirety of my wedding ceremony–thank goodness it was a VERY short one)–so hard that it’s a good thing all the other lookings-at and measurings were done or the ultrasound man would have had to give me a tranquilizer (or a good knock over the head).

All shock aside, I’m just so happy and excited I can’t take it.  Really.  I had no real intuition about this until the week before the big immodesty/reveal, when I had this feeling that I would be breaking ground and having a boy, and I only realized this when we were told it was a girl.   Guess my intuition is thoroughly broken.

I would have been just as excited if it had been a boy, because my goodness, boys….  Not something that happens in my family.  At the same time, I’m also a bit relieved that my first dealing with a baby of my own will be with a girl–baby girls are familiar (and especially little girls, as she won’t be a baby forever).

Plus, Miss Young Money won’t fountain-pee at me… unless she’s VERY enterprising.

Now excuse me while I smack my shocked face, Home Alone style, yet again–and go and make my daughter some clothes.