It's a Girl!

The big ultrasound was yesterday! Jeremy, the tech, was 95% sure the baby is a girl! The ultrasound was amazing. We could see her moving around, and Jeremy was great and explained everything to us as he did it. He gave us tons of pictures, some of which I should be uploading soon. I didn't even really admit to myself or Dh until Sunday how much I wanted a girl. Which I feel kind of guilty for. Dorkily, it's a lot about the clothes. Boys' clothes just aren't as cute. (Though I have seen some really darling boy stuff recently.)
Well, anyway, it's moot now. It hasn't really sunk in that we know it's a girl. I'm trying to get used to using "she" and "her" instead of "it" and "its." We went to Old Navy and bought Baby's first outfit last night. (As a bonus, I scored some super deals for myself! Ha ha) The little pants are so cute! My reaction is two-fold: amazed that the baby will be so tiny when she is born, and amazed (and a bit uneasy) that the baby will get big enough while still inside me to pretty much fit those little pants.
My belly is getting larger all the time. In fact, some of my maternity shirts fit now. Yes indeedy. I get kicked all the time, and I luuuurve it! Based on the kicking, Baby loves Malcolm in the Middle, btw. Ha ha
Saturday we were going to go to the temple, but then we got sucked into the Seahawks-Redskins game. It was a good game, and it turned out just as we hoped. Ha ha
Sunday we had dinner at B & R's. Their house is decorated so cutely, and it's actually all decorated, as opposed to our house, which has great swathes of empty wall and unadorned or half-adorned rooms. Oh well. Shopping for home decor usually bores me to tears, and with my reduced shopping endurance, I obviously need to save that strength for important things like clothing! I should just get my mum to work her magic when she is out here for the baby. She loves that kind of thing.
Dh is feeling more satisfied by his job - some of his duties have changed, and he likes what he is doing better now. I am thrilled about these changes, because it was hard to know that he was often miserable, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was also tough because he doesn't know what he wants to do for a living, and it frustrates him. So I'm hoping that with these changes to his job, he can hang in there for a few years more (and be relatively happy), and give himself a chance to figure out what direction he wants to go.