Last Monday was the big day. We went in, the tech asked if we wanted to know if she could tell, and we started measuring. We measured belly, looked at the heart, then got to the legs and without any warning the tech said "it's a boy!". In a way I was surprised, but in a way I wasn't. Part of me knew it from early on.
We are sooo excited, though Fynn was a little disappointed because she said it was a girl and we were going to call her "Milk". 0 for 2 kiddo! That said, the name game can now commence. Right now we're just throwing out suggestions, but there's nothing we're seriously considering or in love with (though I do have one name I'm loving... but we'll see if the infatuation lasts).