I have had a gut feeling since the day I found out I was pregnant that we were having a little boy. I really have no reason for thinking this, but I was further convinced after every single old wives tale AND a Chinese gender chart told me I was having a boy. Everyone in my family, with the exception of my little cousin Vinny, thought I was having a boy. When I asked Vinny what he thought I was having, he said, “A girl. Her name is Girly Vincent.” He said it so nonchalantly, like he totally knew what he was talking about. He didn’t even take a break from playing Batman and Robin with his action figures!

We had our anatomy scan Wednesday morning, and spent two and a half hours staring at our little baby bean. Bean wasn’t being very cooperative, and just like at the 11 week scan, bean was jumping all over the place… twisting and turning, flopping around, enjoying their little home. Needless to say, it took quite awhile to get all of the necessary measurements but I certainly didn’t mind — we even got to see Bean sucking their thumb!

And then came the really fun part: my friends wife runs the ultrasound department at the hospital, and she wanted to be the one to tell Ben & I what we were having. Our ultrasound tech said she’d run to get Tanya, and within a few minutes Tanya was squirting more cold gel on my belly.

She asked us what we thought we were having, and we both said boy. We were so convinced. But then she turned to us and said: