More waiting?

I am 17 weeks today. Not on Friday. But, the baby measured a few days smaller on that 8 week ultrasound. So, according to my OB's group practice, it is at 19 weeks that the technicians like to do "the" ultrasound. You know that one that shows your baby looking like a baby, not some sort of fish thing (as adorable as I think it is.) It is the one that determines whether we buy new clothes for a little girl or whip out the storage boxes of Logan's sweet baby boy onesies, shoes, socks and all.

It is in 2 weeks that I will be that ever so desired 19 weeks. But, when is my appointment? 3 WEEKS FROM NOW! The 19 of December. Not the 12th. And why? Even after my doctor said to come back in two weeks, the receptionist/appointment maker lady (who I usually just love) has decided that based on her calculations I am not yet 17 weeks and in fact only 16 and will be better of waiting till the 19th. Whatever. I put up a 30 second fight. I mean it is my body, I do know to the T how far along I am. I know it's only 1 week more of a wait, but I am just so excited to find out. And even though we will be equally excited for either sex, I am more excited to just know. I just want to know.

My dad already says he is 100% positive that he knows. In fact, many are certain. My dad was the only right one with Logan.

Well, anyway. 3 weeks and counting...