No, so this does not mean that we are having a BOY, though, Curtis would be so pumped if we were. No, I have now moved onto full on nesting mode, and since we don't know if we are having a boy or a girl yet, I have decided to improvise and come up with a plan for either.
We painted our formerly brown master/guest bedroom a sweet, lovely light blue. I somewhere between robin's egg, tiffany, and baby blue and I absolutely love it. But, what I love even more that it my lovely DH (that's darling husband . . . I know what you were thinking. . . ) took a FOOTBALL SATURDAY morning to paint it. If you don't know Curtis, than this might not seem like such a big deal. If you do, you can now pick your jaw up off of the floor/chair/computer desk. Believe it. He did (though, not until I threatened, bribed and cried "When is the last time you have given me 8 hours of a day to do something I want. I go and tailgate with you EVERYWEEKEND!!"). I know, its cheap, but I blame the hormones. The un-preggo Emily would certainly never stoop so low.
But, I digress. We painted it blue, so if we have a boy, it will be his nursery. And, if we have a girl, she will live in the green room. Thus, my new designing mantra, blue-for-boy, green-for-girl.
We also went to the doctor yesterday and heard the strong and fast fetal heartbeat again. Our little baby fess seems to take after it's father, and tried to run away from the doctor, so we only heard a few seconds of heartbeat at a time. Did I mention, I love our doctor. When she asked how I was feeling, and I replied, "Awful!!" she gigled, and said, "Wow, that really sucks."
Normally, I think I would have been slightly hormonal and pissed, but she seemed to be coming from a I-know-what-you-mean sort of place, which just made me like her even more. We set an appointment for October 16th to find out the baby's gender. Though, it took about 10 minutes of semi-arguing our somewhat sit-com-ish, bickering-old-married-but-still-young-in-age routine in front of the receptionist to find a time we could both make it. And when Curtis said yes to a time that I had to teach, I whined, "Why is your job more important than mine. . ." to which he replied, "It's not, I have have a longer way to travel" and then I said, "Fine, I just wanted to hear you say that yours isn't more important" and agreed, while the beaming receptionist said, "I think you too just became my favorite couple. I am going to like working with ya'll." :).
We are pumped. And, they are going to record it onto a DVD for us, so expect a video post that afternoon. And, I Curtis misplaced the cord that hooks our camera into our computer, so pictures of us will be coming after we I scour the house to find it.