Image by blunted via Flickr After what seemed like the longest week of my life, Matt and I had our second ultrasound on Friday morning. If you've seen my Facebook status for that day, then you know "Baby Sully" wasn't much in the revealing-mood. He/She was curled in a tight little ball, legs firmly pressed together. Now, it's hard to be upset or disappointed at the alien when it looked so damn comfortable! And we both knew the most important part of Friday's appointment was making sure the little tyke is healthy. It was. (heart rate a strong 145) Still, the suspense is killing me! And I'm sure all of you. But for now, we're going to have to wait and hope that next time its not quite so demure. The ball is in baby's court. Although, it would be appropriate karma if baby made us wait 9 months after making you Grandmas-to-be wait 30+ years.