So it seems that when you are knocked off your bike by a guy opening a car door and you are four months pregnant, the ER considers an ultrasound appropriate.
In between checking that the placenta looked good (it did) and that there was no sign of fetal distress (there wasn't), the physician did a quick gender check. She stressed that she's a physician, not an ultrasound technician, but she seemed pretty sure she had a clear shot and was looking at a girl.
The womb is a pretty darn protective place to hang out if you are a fetus and the kid's obviously happy in there. The biggest obstacle to determining gender was that she kept moving around, something she's been noticeably doing for more than a week now.
We're going to do a follow up ultrasound in a couple of weeks but we don't expect any lasting effects of yesterday's little incident. I've got some scrapes and a doozy of a bruise on my arm where the car door hit me. And, we've got a bunch of new paperwork to fill out. While the handle bar lost some paint, even the bike seems fine.
Mac's most pressing question: Do we have to do the pink thing?