The day did not have such a promising start. I woke up at 2:30 am in a considerable amount of pain. My first thought was that I had somehow managed to wrench my shoulder in my sleep. My second though was 'OMG, unexplained shoulder pain is a symptom of serious pregnancy complications.' My third and final thought, after some exploration of the shoulder issue was that there was no reason to panic, this was unlikely to be a case of referred pain from a swelling liver seeing as how I could feel my over-tense muscles literally grating over my shoulder blade, and I had likely just managed to sleep in an absolutely terrible position. The fact that the vertibrae in my neck all popped like a string of firecrackers when I turned my head slightly gave this last theory a bit more weight. I attempted to doze until the alarm went off three hours later, took the hottest shower our poor water heater could manage, and spent my spare ten minutes trying to do some good with the heating pad. Alas, the two most effective remedies for this sort of muscle pain, advil and a good stiff drink, were both right out due to my hard-won condition. I hoped the pain would go away in a couple of hours, but I hoped in vain.
The scan went just fine. The fetus is still alive, and quite active. Even better, the woman doing the ultrasound was very chipper throughout, indicating that she wasn't seeing anything even remotely alarming. I got to see the heart beating on the screen, and while I'm no expert, it looked like it had all four chambers to me. As far as I could make out from the stuff I saw on the screen, all the bits and pieces were accounted for. I'll get the official results tomorrow at my OB appointment. The woman was unable to determine the gender of the fetus. Then the doctor came in to basically do a quick run through of the entire ultrasound again. He was more talkative, and confirmed that everything looked good, though the only way to absolutely rule out chromsomal issues was to do an amnio. We chatted about that a bit. Then I mentioned (hopefully) that the woman had been unable to determine the gender. The doctor moved the wand and said smugly "I think I know" while pointing at some complicated smudge on the screen. "It looks like you're having a little girl." This sounded too good to be true, so I asked him how certain he was. "Pretty sure," was the answer.
To say that I am thrilled would be an understatement, though I am cautiously thrilled. Boygear is much easier to detect that girlgear, so any statement that it's a girl based on the ultrasound image is less certain than the opposite. It could be a shy, uncooperative boy. You never know. As firstfrost has noticed, I have madly added all those girl things that I've longed to make to my ravelry queue. My husband will be relieved to know that I have not ordered any new yarn. I'd like another scan with no obvious boy parts in evidence before I go so far as to start knitting a lacey pink dress.
I would love to type more, but my left shoulder has been screaming at me for the past 17 hours and it's getting hard to ignore.