When I told the punk we were going to the doctor's office so we could see the baby today, he grinned and said, "[That will] be awesome!" So he ate fruit snacks on Grandma Lynn's lap while the ultrasound tech entertained us with pictures of the babe. We went into the office hoping that the baby would be willing to forego modesty and show us his/her goods.
It's a BOY!
Some friends have already warned me not to count on the results of the ultrasound, as sometimes the picture can be unreliable. But let me tell you something. There is no mistaking this one. I have printed pictures of this kid's junk. For his sake, I will not be posting them online, but believe me when I say this human is male.
Just imagine a pair of baby legs with the Eiffel Tower in between them. It's a BOY!