On the other hand, one could just as easily argue, or believe, that with two girls already, we're "on a roll" and will probably have another one. I stare at my wall of Christmas cards and count a disproportionate number of families who have three-in-a-row of the same gender. As if that's some kind of indication.
Of course the fact is that it's pretty much 50/50 each time, especially for anything after your second child. But that hasn't stopped us from trying to guess and reason out who's coming next.
Enough with the build-up. It's a girl. The technician got a good look from several angles; later the doctor came in and concurred. Ed teared up a bit but admitted that was what he expected. Ginger flat-out bawled, "But I want a brother!" (I later lectured her on the virtues of Girl Power and she has started to come around.) Like I said, I would have been excited either way; I was just relieved to know.
Three girls! That's it. No longer am I conservatively buying gear, coats and even shoes in neutral colors like gray, brown and green, on the off-chance we have a boy someday and can use them for him. From now on, we are going full-blown pink with abandon. Hearts, dress-ups, princesses. The technician made a joke about buying stock in detangler. That's the spirit!
The thing is, I am a third girl. For that, I feel a deep and special bond with this one that likes to kick me with her own little morse code. To me, she is definitley not just one more in the line-up. She's the one I understand. She's the one I've been waiting for.