still a girl

I had an ultrasound yesterday morning and the tech had a somewhat monotonous but fasttalking way of explaining things. It went something like this:

tech: "there's a femur. oh look she is sucking. o and there is the diaphragm moving. o and yes, its definitely a girl...that's the vajayjay"

Good thing the room was dark because if I had caught Simon's eye I probably would've died laughing like a 3rd grade boy.

and so out we walked with the knowledge that the stillagirl weighs five pounds, is in the 70th percentile for her size and some tangible but blurred images of a femur, her (abundant amounts of) hair and the lady parts. Proud refrigerator space beware.