Little girls, little girls, everything about them is...little

Little fingers. Little toes. Little kicks and punches (finally felt them for the first time yesterday).

We had our 18-week ultrasound three weeks ago and the technician was pretty confident our Little Whoosh (pronounced Liddawhoosh around here) is a little girl. Yipppeeeeee!

Now I have a solid excuse for this song making me cry:



And perhaps even more cheesy, this one:



Okay, so I admit both these songs consistently brought me to tears before anything close to a baby was in the picture for me. Now it's even worse. I'm just one pathetic sap.

Since the technician's CD writer was broken the day of the ultrasound, I waited lo these three weeks to post about all this so I could do it up right with pictures. We got the CD back at our monthly checkup yesterday, but for some reason the files won't show up on our computer. We can view them on our Xbox (thank goodness we have one of those! [Kelly's edit]), but that's not very helpful with Blogger. You can thank the ever-ingenius Kelly for the following photos of our printed ultrasound pictures:

Her first wave!

Her first profile mug shot!

So far everything's progressing exactly how it should be with this pregnancy, or so my doctor tells me. My doctor, Linda Clark, is fantastic--and not just because she told me what I wanted to hear. She has a great bedside manner and a very balanced, sensitive approach to health care. She's a family practitioner with special interest in obstetrics, so that means I'll get to keep her around after the Little Whoosh is born too. I completely lucked out since I basically found her online.

Yes, we are thinking about names already, but until we're more committed, we're keeping them under wraps. The only reason we're disappointed we aren't having a boy is because we really liked the name Leland. Leland Layland. Has a nice ring doesn't it?