Oh, Baby!!

I thought it would be fun to have a little poll on the side of my blog and see what the majority of you thought we would have. As it turns out most of you voted for tornado. I'm sorry to say, you're wrong, well, partially.
Last Friday morning we went in for our 20 week checkup. After filing into one of the rooms I jumped up on the table, and proceeded to show my blossoming belly. The ultrasound technician squirted some warm gelatinous goo on my stomach.
"Today we're going to do a full check-up on your baby," he chirped. Then he started dabbing at the goo like a painter with a paint brush. People do weird things to you when you're pregnant.
He smeared the goo across my little bump.
"Your baby's head is down here...here are the legs, and here's the stomach. Everything looks normal so far..."
After manipulating the frequency and intensity of the ultrasound machine he went down his check list...heart, brain, spine, upper lip, umbilical cord, ten toes, and hands which were close to the face and held like a boxer. She weighed 12 oz. the same as a can of pop. Don and I relaxed more and more as the picture the technician was painting for us became clearer.
"So, what do you think you're having?"
"Uh...I have no idea." That's why we're here. Now for the love of Pete, just stop toying with me and tell me what my baby is!
"Oh, you have to guess, what do you think it is??"
"A girl. I think it's a girl"
"And you?," he turned to Don.
"I think it's a girl, too. Although I really want a boy."
The technician moved the ultrasound around my stomach some more. The goo was making it itch. And I wanted to scratch it like mad.
"It looks like you're having....
....a....girl. Yep. A girl. No little boy parts there!"
I grinned in contentment. A girl. My own little angel. My little Adelei. I knew it.
"Let's try and get a good shot of the face for you."
He jiggled the ultrasound up and down in hopes of changing the baby's position, and then reached for more goo before going down to the head.
"Nope, she's not taking her hands away. She's camera shy."
He tried the jiggling trick again. No luck. And a third time with no success. I decided to try, and took both hands and shook my stomach, "Come on baby!!" I encouraged.
The technician moved the instrument down. "Your baby...."
"...Your baby...is flipping us off." He said in wonderment.
I glanced sideways at Don, and we both started laughing uncontrollably.
"Sounds like she has a little bit of me in her!" Don exclaimed.
"I have a feeling she has a lot of you in her."
I giggled the rest of my way through the ultrasound. I couldn't help it. My little baby has some sass, and she's definitely going to need it to survive here. But, we're going to have to have a talk about her cute little middle finger when she gets here. The little tornado.
The ultrasound technician was kind enough to include a photo of our little girl's gesture so that we could document the moment. We also got a CD with a few more photos. And since photos are important, I've decided to include them on my blog.
My sweet little Adelei:

And, no, I didn't include the infamous 'flipping off' photo. You'll just have to come visit and see.