The awaited day...

For those who don't know, I'm pregnant! and today I have my 20 week check-up with the ultrasound to find out the gender.

We have an elderly widow friend down the street who we often visit. The other day she was alarmed to hear we were finding out the gender before the baby comes. "You don't want a surprise?" she seemed rather indignant. "Well, don't tell me what you're having early."
"I want a surprise," I told her. "I just want to have that surprise on the 18th instead of waiting till February." She laughed and told me I had a point and that maybe she would like to find out when we do after all.

That being said, maybe it's not a surprise that I want really at all--if I could have found out before conception I would have. But, since that's not possible I have done everything I can to guess.

According to ancient Mayan and ancient Chinese tradition (as explained by google), I should be expecting a boy.
When I took those Mayan/Chinese gender tests I asked Ruby what we should name our baby boy.
"Girl!" she exclaimed emphatically.
"I know you want a girl, Ruby, but if he's a boy, what should we name him?" Again, she told me "Girl". I tried to tell her that we can't name a boy "Girl", but she couldn't see why not.

A few weeks later I tried asking Ruby what she thought the baby would be, "So Roo, do you think we'll have a boy baby or a girl baby?"
She smiled up at me and said "Cheese baby!" I clarified many times to make sure I was understanding her correctly. There was no misunderstanding.

This morning Ruby crawled into my bed and starting talking, "My baby brother cute!" So maybe she's decided he's not cheese after all. Camm told her we were taking pictures of the cute baby today and we'd find out if the baby would be a sister or a brother. She kept insisting on calling the baby "my baby brother."

So in an hour and a half I will be finding out for sure whether I'm having a girl baby, a boy baby, or a cheese baby. Any guesses in the meantime?