I woke up this morning quite excited. I had a hard time falling asleep last night and felt like it was Christmas Eve! Before getting out of bed, I tried to decide what my instinct deep down said as far as the baby’s sex goes. So the first thing I did was present logical arguments to myself (which I think are against instinct).
Argument for a girl:
1. I really want a girl (I would be happy either way, but if it is a girl, Hadassah and she could go shopping together and be best friends!).
2. The sex tests I did at home both said GIRL!
Argument for a boy:
1. My pregnancy is SO different than last time, which makes it hard to NOT assume it is a boy.
So, back to instinct… boy? girl? boy? girl? I decided it must be a girl, because I want a girl so much. And at the same time I decided it must be a boy – putting wants aside, I really think it is a boy. Actually, I really don’t know. I can’t figure out what my stinking instinct says! Here is a thought: it must be twins! A boy and a girl. Yes, that is the only logical conclusion to me thinking it is a boy and a girl (which is quite silly, since I have already had a million ultrasounds and there is clearly only one in there). Fernando originally thought it was a girl, then changed his mind about 6 weeks ago and said boy. I think next pregnancy, I need to close my eyes early on, reach deep within, and figure out what my instinct says, because at this point in pregnancy there are too many things that are clouding my instinct (like gender tests).
We get to the doctor’s office at 10AM and I realize I don’t have my glasses! I start freaking out, because there is no way I will be able to see anything on that tiny screen without my glasses. Quickly I asked Fernando to check in the car (I had them in the car and put them in my bag, so either my bag ate them, or fate is being cruel and wants me to miss seeing everything). Luckily, I did not get called back before Fernando got back, and he had my glasses in hand. Phew!
One of my early ultrasounds – ultrasound at 8 weeks. It is amazing how the baby already looks like a baby! It is very tiny, but still already it is a little human!
Then I start analyzing things out loud to Fernando: Gender can be determined at 16 weeks, but what if it isn’t standard procedure here to do that? What if the ultrasound tech doesn’t want to tell me? What if she doesn’t dare make guesses until 20 weeks? What if I have to wait FOUR MORE WEEKS to find out? AGHHHH!!!
Fernando calmly looks at me and easily says, “Just tell yourself we aren’t going to find out today, then you won’t be disappointed.” Holy mole, that is not an option.
We get called back and start the ultrasound. I start with a casual question, trying to make sure I don’t sound like a crazy, obsessive, pregnant lady, “So, can you determine gender at 16 weeks?”
“Sometimes,” the tech says nicely.
“Oh,” was my response…
We are going through the ultrasound, which is quite exciting in itself. The baby had grown SO much since my last ultrasound. With my earlier ultrasounds, the baby definitely looked like a baby (except in my 6 week 3 day ultrasound – it just looked like a circle, which is shocking when you look at my following ultrasound just a week and a half later at 8 weeks – see right), but I really imagined it the size of a little gummy bear. Now, the image of the baby was taking up almost the entire screen. It of course wasn’t full-newborn size, but I could imagine the baby in my tummy, instead of thinking of it like a needle in a haystack.
Ultrasound at 16 weeks, 1 day
Suddenly, and what I thought to be randomly, the tech says, “I think it is a boy,”
“I think it is a boy!?” I thought. Doesn’t she need to say, “oh, I’ll try to look at the sex now,”?!?! I was in shock! Then I regrouped. Okay, this doesn’t sound very certain. “You think? Like, so it isn’t very certain then?” She kept rolling the probe on my belly.
“Let me get a better look,” She continued looking for a minute. “I’m pretty certain. There is definitely a penis there”
So there it is! We are announcing that we are going to have a little boy and I am over the moon! I know I said I really wanted a little girl, but when it comes to your children, the sex really doesn’t matter. Plus, I was so prepared that Hadassah was a boy at her 20 week ultrasound, that I was shocked she was a girl. I was expecting and dreaming that we would have our oldest be a boy, and he would be a “Big brother” for this younger siblings. Hadassah and our little boy will be so close in age that I know he will still be able to play the “Big Brother” role. In addition, some friends from church just had their baby this week and it was a little boy. I was looking at the pictures and thinking, “oh, I cannot wait to have a little boy!” And how ideal is it that we already have our little girl and our little boy? I told Fernando that maybe from now on we can wait to be surprised for the sex until birth! (hmmm, I will have to take some maturing or something, since I am ridiculously impatient).
Moral of the story: Gender tests are fun, but don’t bet money on them.
Today our task is to figure out names, since I was so focused on girl names!
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