The big day is tomorrow. Well, one of the big days. The first day I'll see who has been kicking me a lot the past several weeks. And we just might find out if this is a he or she inside me.
When I had my first big ultrasound with Noah, I wanted to do everything right, so I was so upset when I couldn't get all that water down. I thought I'd be in trouble. I nervously told the ultrasound tech that I drank most of the water, but not all. She asked how much I thought I drank and I said- maybe 60 oz? Her eyes grew wide and and she said you only had to drink 32! I thought it was 64. Oops. No wonder.
So tomorrow- 32 ounces it is... and I start drinking that about an hour before- right? See, I still have to look this stuff up! And if you want to be in the know the very moment we find out boy or girl, I'll be tweeting from my phone at the doctor's office (after we call our family first, of course.)