So we had the big 20-week ultrasound yesterday and everything looked great--all the expected numbers of organs and appendages and a strong heartbeat. However, Baby Fetus decided that this would be a good time to get all modest, so we couldn't get a good look at its business. Both the ultrasound tech and the radiologist felt pretty strongly that it was a girl--there was a decided lack of dangly bits, from what little could be seen--but weren't ready to go a hundred percent.
So I'm putting off painting the nursery pink (because you know that's what I'd be doing...in some alternate universe where I enjoy enforcing rigid gender roles), but I'm going to tell people that we think it's a girl. Just like I'm telling you now, Internets.