Oh, the Secrets that We Keep!

It's been 10 weeks since we had our ultrasound and confirmed that there was only one little monkey jumping in my belly. There are times it seems like it was yesterday, and times when it seems like I've been pregnant for YEARS and just want to meet this little person already! (I never was very patient...I have lots to learn). This morning, Daryl rolls over at 5:30am and says "So, should we just find out if we're having a boy or a girl?" I wasn't quite awake yet - but was now fully alert. We've had this conversation. I believe that if little monkey is healthy...and we know that there is only one, everything else is discovered only for convenience. At this point, if we were to find out, all it would do would be to tell us we can buy pink things or blue things. That's it. There is no other reason other than pure convenience (and lack of patience) that we would need to know this information. For thousands of years people did not have the medical marvels we do today...like ultrasounds...to tell the gender of your unborn child. We discussed it, and decided that we would wait. It is one of the few real surprises in life. And we only have another 10 weeks to go! COMMON!
But, Daryl has been holding in a secret. He knows. At least, he thinks he knows. When we had our ultrasound back in early December, he claims that the technician (who was very cold and mean and didn't say ANYTHING to us at all) swooped the beam over monkey's personal private area and Daryl was able to "see" and "tell" if we're having a girl or a boy. I didn't see anything. I was having a hard enough time telling the difference between the head and the spine when the baby was upside-down. It moved a lot...it wasn't just me. "It looks like a peanut" I remember thinking. Then it was an alien with VERY big eyes! Kind of freaky.
Anyhow, Daryl has been holding in his secret for 10 weeks. He wants to tell me, but I don't want to know. And besides, I don't think that he really knows. I mean, I know that he's smart and medically capable and has seen ultrasounds before - but he's not THAT good.
I'm trying to get him to call our good friend Michelle, who is an x-ray tech, who will convince him that there is no way he could have seen anything in the nano-second that the tech might have swooped over the area.
Either way, we have a Dr's appointment on Monday and I'm telling. Cause now Daryl won't tell me. I'm torn. But I know that he doesn't really know.
But it would make my shopping on e-bay so much easier!

This is a pee pee tee pee...Do I need to buy some of these?
To my defence, I've now told Daryl that I'm not going to tell him if I think that I'm in labour...or if he is away, that I'm in the hospital having the baby. He will just come home and there will be a new little person there too...he just stared at me...knowing that there is no way I could do this...but this is the rant of a pregnant woman! I could get away with a lot right now!