We're having another...

So I must tell a story to go along with the revelation, because the story is priceless.

The whole fam went to the ultrasound facility: The dad who is beyond excited about this little bump forming in my belly; the princess who is hoping for twins, a boy and a girl; the boy who is learning to use the potty and likes to bang everything and ... the exhausted mother. We were a sight to be seen walking into the lobby out of the uncommon freezing FL temperatures.

Jackets started peeling off of the princess (who must have some crazy high metabolism because 19-degree weather doesn't seem to phase her). I was given the task of filling out three sheets of paperwork while trying to answer a question from the princess every 10 seconds. Potty boy was faithfully being asked by dada if he needed to go to the bathroom while trying to keep him off the floor and out from under the end tables and not stand in the way of other patients trying to enter and/or exit. Thankfully, we had some pretty patient grandparent-ish looking people willing to wait for the mini-michelin-man to roll out of the way.

We were called back to the warm and cozy examining room (isn't 'cozy' the word realtors use instead of cramped?). Dada, with little tyke and princess in tow, was directed to squeeze inbetween the paper-covered examination table and the wall for them all to watch, and I, well you know the drill. After successfully launching myself up onto the examination table without totally looking like a one-legged walrus, I pulled open my garments to expose my emerging belly.

Just to get it out first so there's no questioning her abilities, our ultrasound tech was very kind, accommodating of us all and knowledgeable.

Picture this: Dark, cozy, warm, room with 5 of us in there. Me, flat on my back, literally. US tech doing her job and taking measurements. Katherine standing quietly next to the exam table, with her chin and fingers resting on the side, staring at everything going on baby-related. She's watching the gooey gel be put on my belly, I'm explaining the wand the tech uses to scan my belly, pointing out to her on the screen the baby's parts, asking her if she can see the baby, showing her the baby's heart, etc.

And then there's Nathan, the one people affectionately refer to as "all boy."

He's pulling on cords or trying to stick his finger in electrical sockets, trying to rip off the exam table paper I'm lying on, insisting on watching tractor videos on the computer monitor, kicking the metal casing along the bottom of the exam table or his sister, performing the arched-back parental-release technique when Jim tried to hold him still, wanting to take off most of his clothes and insisting on going pee-pee NOW!

Thankfully no blood-pressure stats on me were being taken and I quietly and calmly told Jim, "If you'd like to take him outside, that'd be okay with me."

The US tech kindly said, "He's not bothering me, so don't feel like you have to. He's fine in here."

And within a minute that's when I knew what we were having. Not because of a picture I saw on the monitor, but because of this one question being timidly asked, "So, were you wanting to know what you are having?"

You see, if it she had asked with a sparkle in her eye while winking at Katherine, I would have known then also. But it wasn't.

She showed us the three dots that signify a boy. It was as plain as day. There were no lines to look at, just dots. So, after we showed the US tech our excitement, she then explained that that part of her job is usually the hardest because she never knows how people will react. We reassured her that we were not 'those' people, that we were happy with whatever God had decided to bless us with.

Looking back in hindsight, her timid questioning was more out of experiencing not so happy parents rather than what our Captain Destructo was doing. But, at the time, it seemed otherwise.