If I could make that font even smaller, I would. Here's how the gender search went:
Dr. S.: Look at that! See those lines? That looks like girl to me!
N and J: giggle giggle giggle
Dr. S.: Let's look around...placenta looks great...size looks great...very active, good movem-
Dr. S.: I think I saw a penis. Let me look again.
He looks again and again and again - we seriously spent 10 minutes just looking for fetal genitalia, and we have decided that the baby is one of two things:
1. A boy
2. A girl with a strategically placed umbilical cord
We really don't know. (Thanks to you 3 people who said we wouldn't find out; you cursed us!) Dr. Sizemore is putting it at a 60% chance that it's a boy. Given that it started with a 50% chance, we haven't clarified much. I threatened to come up with some problem that would send us to the specialist upstairs (with the high-powered ultrasound machine), but figured I'd end up with enough time with specialists as it is.
So there you go. The Booger is a beautifully-developing, perfectly healthy little...booger.