[Forgive me for republishing this. I understand the link didn't work yesterday, so no one could reach it to comment. Seeing if this is any better.]
If you asked almost anyone in the last month or two, they’d say I’m having a boy. No idea why. That was my answer. That was M’s. That was both kids’, my sister-in-law’s, my stepmom’s… everyone.
The ultrasound went well this morning. All limbs and other important parts were present and accounted for and appeared to be doing exactly what they were supposed to. The baby was moving around a nice amount, heart rate was good, et cetera, et cetera.
The tech wanted to err on the side of being conservative in making pronouncements, and ultimately decided she was 75-80% sure it’s a girl.
Well, I’ll be damned. I guess we were ALL wrong.
Or, you know, probably wrong. I’m not wild about that other 20% of uncertainty, combined with the fact that I am not likely to have any more ultrasounds. But hey, we get what we get, and we don’t get upset. Right?
Plus, Mommy, Esq says that I can blame my recent breakouts and overall poor pregnancy complexion on this little girl, so I guess that’s worth something.
Truth be told, if I were to be able to choose this baby’s gender, I probably was leaning towards wanting a girl. Maybe that’s simply because potty training is fresh in my mind, and I know which one of those I’d rather relive. Maybe it’s just a romanticized idea of moms and daughters (let’s ignore the ways in which we make each other neurotic). Maybe it’s because the girl I already have is my “easier” child. But I was also quite happy when I had myself convinced it was a boy
Either way, I’m psyched to have a healthy-looking baby in there. Now, if I could just put in a few additional requests? No colic, no reflux, and a generally easygoing baby? Sound fair?