Boy or Girl?

Today was my 20 week scan. A new friend of mine who lives just a few blocks away and has a daughter the same age as Addison offered to watch him for us since our instructions specified "do not bring small children". After dropping Addison off, Trey and I walked to the bus stop to catch the #6, a bus that only runs every 30 minutes. We waited about 40 minutes for it to finally show up. We didn't know exactly which stop to get off at and with a dubious, "I'll try to remember to tell you," from the bus driver when we inquired if she could tell us where to disembark, I asked a fellow passenger who, much more in the spirit of this land, willingingly obliged. The hospital is quite a bit older than the one where I had Addison, but the staff were quite friendly and the ultrasound equipment seemed fairly up-to-date. This is my favorite picture of the bunch. You can see the rest by clicking on the link in the right sidebar. There were signs everywhere warning not to even ask the technician about the sex of the baby. I'm quite certain our tech knew. She was a lovely lady who just happened to have family back in the Philadelphia and NYC areaa. At the beginning of the scan she definitely lingered at the tell-tale area, and I thought I saw boy parts. Of course, I can't read an ultrasound to save my life and for all I know I was seeing the umbilical cord. After the scan was over and we returned to the ante-natal clinic for the results, Trey discovered an interactive machine in the waiting area that showed you all sorts of ultrasound pictures of the heart, spine, limbs, and sexual organs. After I saw the picture of what the girl parts look like, I wasn't so certain any longer. I think it's now very possible that what I was seeing was an umbilical cord. So I'm back where I started. Boy? Girl? Literally only God knows...and probably the tech.