I love her little hand by her mouth.

I love her little hand by her mouth.

The other night I went to dinner with my friend Molly. After we finished eating, I excused myself to use the restroom. I didn't notice anyone else in there, so I just did my thing, then carried out my a custom I started at my work's single-seater restrooms, patting my belly and talking to Iris before I leave. This time I patted the belly twice and said "Hey, babycakes!"
Sadly, when I left the stall, I heard someone in one of the stalls beside me. I never saw anyone, but I was hoping the person would come out, see I'm pregnant, and understand. No such luck.
After spending 25 minutes Monday morning with the Unfriendliest Ultrasound Tech Ever, we are 80% sure--the tech said she never says 100% unless it's an obvious boy--it's a girl! We have to go back next week so they can get some better scans of the heart since baby was lying on her left side, making it difficult to get good scans of the heart's internal workings. I'm hoping a more skilled tech can be a little more definitive about the sex (girls DO have parts, too, you know!)
Anyway, everything looks good, and baby is healthy so far. I'm resisting every urge to fill up my registries with adorable baby girl things, like this and this, for little Iris.
And here are her little feet:
