The cold-as-ice ultrasound technician could not find the sex of the baby. It would normally not be that big of a deal, but we planned this whole huge party for both Michelle's and my family for father's day for the big reveal. Baby McMurtry, though, decided to be stubborn and kept his legs crossed the whole time with a pile of umbilical cord in his lap. What made it worse was the bedside manner of the ultrasound technician. She was silent, rude, and completely unhelpful for the full hour of this ultrasound. She wouldn't tell us what she was looking at so we would keep asking her what she was looking at and she told us in such a irritated way like we were interrupting her schedule. So, we got a lot of good ultrasound pics and we are going back in a couple weeks or so and if they still can't tell, we are going to take it as a sign and just be surprised at the delivery. Here is a great shot of our baby's profile though.
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