It got me thinking about the day we found out we were having a girl, and reminded me how wonderful my whole pregnancy was. Sometimes that gets a bit lost in the stress that came after Sophie was born, but I really loved being pregnant. From the first minute the test showed up positive to the very end, it was just one deliriously happy moment after another. I was just re-reading my pregnancy journal last week (which in the best tradition of me and diaries was filled in to about 13 weeks and then forgotten) and I wrote that every one of those moments was something you could never imagine until it happened.
Seeing the pregnancy test come up positive; seeing a tiny, pulsing heartbeat on the first ultrasound; seeing the little blob move all by itself like a wee jumping bean on the second ultrasound (at just 9 weeks); seeing every part of her perfectly formed on the detailed scan at 13 weeks- I'll never forget what those moments felt like. They still make me tear up whenever I think about them.
A side view of Sophie at 13 weeks:

See her four little fingers and her thumb as she waves to the sonographer?:

A 3D view of Sophie at 13 weeks- she's lying on her back looking up, and her head is at the top of the picture:

But I think finding out that we were having a girl actually topped all of those moments. When I first announced that I was pregnant, a lot of people surprised me with how adamant they felt against finding out the sex. But Paul and I were always on the same page- we always wanted to find out as soon as possible what we were having. I couldn't stand having to call my baby "it". I felt a very strong connection to her right from the start and I felt like I needed a pronoun to really know who I was talking to in there.
The ultrasound technician asked us right at the start of our 20 week scan if we wanted to know the sex, and of course we said yes. I assumed she'd look straight in the relevant place and tell us, but no. We sat through a good hour of the scan while she noted that all the legs and arms and livers and so on were in the right place, and then she basically wrapped it up and said we were done.
No mention whatsoever of the sex.
I figured we had a stubborn leg crosser and she hadn't been able to see, so I was feeling kind of disappointed. But right as we were ready to walk out the door, she asked us again if we wanted to know the sex. We still did. And she told us we were having a girl.
There were only two possible answers she could have given, and we'd thought equally hard about either possibility. We would have been equally happy with either outcome. But still, hearing that we were going to have a daughter was one of the most indescribably wonderful moments of my whole life. I didn't stop crying for about three hours, I was so happy (and hormonal, of course).
Sophie sucked her thumb for the *entire* 20 week scan (here she's lying on her back, head to the left, arm at the top):

From then on, she was Paul's "wee girl", and she's still called our "wee girl" a whole lot of the time. When Paul got home from work that night he went online and started looking up fairy princess castles and My Little Ponies. I was protesting that *my* daughter was going to be a tomboy whether she liked it or not, but he wouldn't hear it at all. She was his little princess right from the start, and she always will be.
