We seemed doomed to uncertainty. With four failed attempts to determine the sex of Emmett we finally opted for the surprise. This little baby seems almost equally determined to thwart our "find out efforts."
The doctor thought girl. But he wasn't sure. They will check again at my next appointment.
No. That isn't a lovely orange jug of juice. It is urine. For some odd reason, I must have been extremely nervous for my doctors appt, because my blood pressure sky rocketed to 157/97 and on up. I assured them, this is not what it reads at home. I ended up at the hospital with pricks and draws and my lovely orange jug.
No news is good news. I feel this could be a blessing. If my blood pressure is up later in my pregnancy maybe they won't jump to bedrest, but give me some leeway.