…the Rest of the Story
Wednesday, February 28th, 2007
This is a profile view, it’s (okay it’s really) muddled because she had her hands up by her head almost the entire time…but if you look closely you can make out her nose and her upper lip and maybe an eye. (EEK! I’m just so tickled that I get to say “she,” somebody pinch me.)
I decided to post another pic today and tell you a little bit more about the ultrasound visit…so since this is not wordless…it wont be labeled “Wordless Wednesday.” We took Drew with us to the ultrasound, and we were also accompanied by my mother. It’s become a family tradition…everyone goes to the ultrasounds! But Drew was a new one this time. He was squirmy, as can be expected from a 4 year old boy. Heck, my husband was squirmy…it must just be the boy thing…
The doctor started examining things…and I looked at the screen. A familiar feeling came over me. I felt just like I did when I found out baby number 2 was going to be a boy…and then I thought for sure I had just seen a boy part, and I felt kind of nauseous. It didn’t help that the doctor kept on saying “he” this, and “he” that. Kevin asked him why he kept on saying “he”, suspecting that maybe the doctor could already tell the sex, and the doctor explained that he just didn’t like calling the baby “it.” I finally breathed a little bit. Then the doctor stopped the picture and pointed out something and explained that those looked like girl parts, but he wasn’t 100% sure, and he’d try to get a better look. My heart started to leap. I could hear Drew in the background protesting, since he really wanted another brother. My mom was expressing her excitement, and Kevin was holding back until we got a better answer. It took a little bit, as it seems this baby is on the modest side and didn’t want to reveal herself (who can blame her.) Then finally we got the perfect view and sure enough…it’s a girl. Kev asked the doctor how sure he was, and he said 99.9%, unless it’s a boy and he’s reaching down there and um, well, pulling “everything” up, which he’d only ever seen happen once. We’re pretty sure that wasn’t happening seeing that her hands were up by her head almost the entire time. Upon being told this, Kevin, who was also hoping for another boy, let out a sort of half amused, half dissappointed, half “I was wrong” (wait a minute, that’s too many halves…anyways…) groan. I looked at him and could tell he was really happy for me. He knows how badly I’ve wanted this. Then I could see all the fear set in. I haven’t had much of chance to talk to him about what he really thinks about having a girl, but I imagine that the thought of having another “fragile” beauty to protect, is not exactly settling. Drew was in the background with his grandma still saying he wanted a boy. I think grandma was just making happy sounds for me at this point, and trying to explain to Drew that it would still be really cool, and he would get to protect his very own little sister. At this point I was swelling with pride and some big time relief! Even though I had resolved with myself that I’d be just as happy if we were having a 3rd boy, I really don’t know how I would have reacted. Then we looked around some more and Drew went on to comment that it looked like a “Darth Vader baby,” and, well, I could see why he would think that. (Hee, hee.) Everything else looked good, as I said before. She was measuring a July 14th due date instead of a July 20th (one can only hope!) My placenta was a little low (which is normal too) so I’ll have another ultrasound around 30 weeks to make sure it has moved up to where it needs to be. My midwife came in an congratulated us and answered any questions we had. I asked if my EKG came back alright, and she was pretty sure it had come back normal (thank God!) Then Kevin asked, “What do we do when she’s 15?” At this point, I’m not worried about that far in the future…I’m just really glad we don’t have to endure another circumcision. ![]()
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