It was so hard for me to wait for my big ultrasound at 20 weeks. After losing the babies last year, I just was having a hard time keeping my nerves in check. I'm still only having one OB appointment every 4 weeks and baby's movements still aren't super pronounced or regular, so I just wanted to see the baby and make sure everything was ok. We had planned on Samuel and I just going to the appointment, but at the last minute that didn't work out, so the 4 of us headed for the doctor's office to have a look at our baby. Malachi wants a brother so badly (he does say that he'd still love the baby if it was another sister) and Sapphira wants a "girl baby" (she says she will only play with the baby if it's a girl...oy). We told the technician that we wanted to know the gender that day, but didn't want her to say it out loud because we wanted to surprise the kids later. After just a bit of scanning we were able to see the parts we wanted to see and the technician went on to measure all the things she needed to. I'm telling you, this baby was a goober! It wouldn't stop moving and the technician was having a hard time keeping up with all it's wiggles. At one point, she even had me lay so far over on my side that I was basically laying on my belly to pin the baby in to get a measurement. She ended the appointment by saying that "un-officially" the baby looked great and that was one of the hardest babies she's ever worked with! Sheesh.