It turns out this doctor doesn't do ultrasounds every visit. Or at all, unless they think it's "medically necessary." But we talked our way into one, and we now have some very pretty pictures of baby's
Yep, labia. It's even labeled on the picture. It's a girl! Mostly, the new OB wouldn't say to count on it. But it's a pretty clear picture! I'm going to try to scan what we have in once E is finished with her Mickey Mouse game. (Up yours, Disney, for making a game that has no volume control and an apparent minimum - ear bleed - setting.) She wanted a brother, so she's a bit irritated with us for producing a sister creature. We told her it wasn't our choice...the baby decided to be a girl just like her. That went a long way towards making things better.
Holy crap I'm worn out after today. More later, and make sure you cash in all your bets!