I wish I could figure out how to scan in our ultrasound pictures, not that that would really help, since they are about as clear as midnight in a snowstorm, but both John and the ultrasound tech agreed that we were getting another girl. Poor John. My Uncle Jeff is a rancher with four daughters, and he's been calling himself a "bad bull" for years. (He did finally get his much-wanted son a month ago.) It's been fun to rib John about also being a "bad bull", but I fear that the teasing might just be too much for him this time.
This is a strange feeling for me. I always thought, growing up with six brothers, that I would have only boys. To have three girls is a crazy twist.