Tomorrow we have a big day. We head back to the doctor and this time we have an ultrasound done. We haven't seen our little girl for a few months now, so we are very much looking forward to it. They will tell us how much she weighs and we will know for sure that she is a girl. My wife would say that we already know for sure. If you walked into her room you would assume that to be the case, but I know how often ultrasound techs have been incorrect. To be clear, I have no reason to suspect that this baby is not a girl. I am just looking forward to getting further confirmation of the fact.
We may also get a small peak at what her face looks like. We hopefully will have validation that she got her mother's nose, and most of her mother's other features for that matter. The biggest piece of news we will likely get tomorrow is baby's birthday. It seems crazy to be able to put a definite date on it. A date that will forever change my life. In just a matter of days I will be a dad... weird. I will instantaneously go from trying not to screw up my own life to trying not to screw up this baby girl's life. The latter will always take precedence, sometimes to the detriment of the former. But that is okay by me.
