So I was just watching Paren.thood on Hu.lu tonight, and there's this scene where one couple is at their eight month ultrasound, and they spontaneously decide to find out the sex of their baby.
So the tech positions the ultrasound machine just so, freezes the frame on the baby's face, and says,
"say hello to your baby girl."
And over here on the home front, I instantly errupt into dry, choking sobs. No warning.
It was a blindsiding kick to the gut, an almost painful, blunt reminder of the joyous miracle that imploded into my heart these past eight months.