Jen had her high-resolution (Type 2) ultrasound yesterday, and Jen's mom and I went along. It was at Cedars-Sinai, so I took a half day from work to drive over there.

On the plus side, the baby looks very healthy. Good development physically, including the brain, heart and spine. This is a very good thing.

On the minus side... the doctor says there's about a 90% chance that it's a boy. Up until that point, Jen and I firmly believed that the baby was a girl. Between gut feelings, the early gender test, and other signs, I was truly convinced that we were going to have a daughter. The pronouncement of "boy", well... it kind of hit me like a punch in the gut.

I know I should have been happy about it, that our child is healthy and developing well. But I was just so looking forward to having Daddy's Little Girl, of doing things with Kaylea that it was all a bit overwhelming. I was in a bad way for about an hour or so.

Honestly, I think I've come to grips with it now. I think it just took some time for the initial, purely emotional shock of it to subside, and for me to realize (mostly with Jen's help) that regardless of the gender, that's still my - our - kid in there.

And yes, the doctor said he could be only 90% sure. 10% is a slim sliver of hope to hang on to, especially when the news comes from someone who makes his career looking of that sort of thing. But it's still something. I'm a gamer, I know exactly how hard it is to roll a 10% on dice. But, in the event that the 90% holds true, and we don't have our Kaylea, then that's okay.

We'll have our Gabriel instead.