results....WARNING: Do not read if you are eating or just generally squeamish, cause I'm gonna go there.

So I went to the doctor's office yesterday afternoon. My Dad and Teresa watched Cole, and Riley was in school and was later picked up by them, giving me a nice three to four hour period completely to myself. Amazingly, I was seen by my doctor in under 30 minutes...that NEVER happens. I think it was because my appointment was scheduled right after the office's lunch hour, so he didn't have time to get backed up. However, there had to be a down-side somewhere, and that was in the form of some guy that apparently was a doctor-in-training, and he was a bit on the creepy side...just stood in the corner with his arms crossed and smiled with all his teeth showing. This was the entire time I was on the exam table--luckily NOT being fully examined, but it was time to see again if we could hear this baby's heartbeat. (Said baby is represented to the right and below this post, and its Uncle Kory had the audacity to call it "alien like". Even more so than his sister, Kassie's. As insulted as I was, I had to agree that though I hate the wait and the carrying of a baby for nine plus months, it's necessary for the cuteness factor to set in. Also, as mentioned before, my babies don't want to come out at the due date and choose to just hang out in my uterus for as long as they are allowed. The end result? My babies come out ADORABLE. With the exception of a cone-head setback for a day with Riley. But other than that, mark my words, this baby's gonna be pageant material. Take that, Kory).
Anyway, back to the examination table. So that guy is staring at me from the corner, with his arms crossed and showing me ALL his teeth, and I have to hold my pants down to an uncomfortable place where you get a nice view of the top of my pubes. I know, I know, too much information. However, this is the thing that surprised me. I mean, I have had two kids and when I had Cole I had about 5 students watching me as I had my legs spread and gushed disgusting things, unable to control any of it, and not caring. I really had thought I was beyond being embarrassed by my body...when it comes to an impending birth. But no. I didn't like that smiling guy. I wanted to tell him that in his line of work, he needs to have the "I don't care that I'm looking at your nether-regions face", rather than the, "Niceeeeeee" leer that he was giving me. And yeah, I am well aware that possibilities are high he was thinking no such thing...it was just too weird. Someone needs to tell that guy, or he's going to be one poor doctor...figuratively and literally. That's probably why my Doctor had him come in before my crazies really kick in. He didn't want me to be the one to say it.
And we heard the heartbeat. It was fairly loud...and strong. My doctor says it "sounds girlie-like". That means it will probably be a boy, because going by his previous predictions, he's 0 for 2. Speaking of, I truly believe this baby is a girl. Not only because I have the name picked out and have bought various girlie outfits, but: I am craving mashed potatoes. I did this with Riley my entire pregnancy, but not at all with Cole. They can't be mashed potatoes with anything in them other than butter. If they have a trace of garlic, I will barf right there. But now it's official. This is my little Sydney that I'd been thinking about. I'm also taking bets because I told the kids that whoever guesses correctly will get ice cream when we find out. If anyone wants to get in on that action, let me know. Later Dudes.