I have wanted to know the sex of this baby from the start. I am a planner. I hate not knowing and waiting so long was killing me! Our appointment was right before my 20 week mark. So it really felt like f.o.r.e.v.e.r. Apparently, I am also impatient.
The only important thing is finding out we are having a healthy baby. And, hand to God, I will be happy with either a girl or a boy.
Arguments for a girl:
- I have felt from the beginning that this baby was a girl. Especially when I had the never-ending morning sickness.
- Just for fun, I took some of those online quizzes to decide if I will have a boy or girl. And all 3 said girl. And I know those are super unreliable, but still. More points for the girl column.
- Plus I really wanted a girl. One of my bffs is having a girl in April, so it would be nice to
forcewatch the two of them naturally become bffs.
- It would be nice not to have to buy an entire new wardrobe. Hand me downs FTW. Plus I can try to get wear our of those 5-6 (or 10) outfits Avery never got around to wearing.
- I only have sisters. It’s all I know. Even though we fought all. the. time. it is still such a special relationship that I really wish Avery can experience.
- Even though I have a nephew around Avery’s age, I wouldn’t know what to do with a boy. We have girls in our family. Boys are welcome, but completely outnumbered.
But here is why I would be thrilled to have a boy:
- One of each would be great. It would be fun to see the differences in raising the two.
- I would get to buy a whole new wardrobe. Is there anything more fun to buy than baby clothes? No, there is not.
- I had a dream that my second baby was a boy. So it would prove I am psychic.
- I know Jeremy really wants a boy. And he won’t even entertain the idea of a girl.
The day of our ultrasound is eventful. We have to drop off one of our cars because cars hate me. We needed to get the driver side handle replaced and it had started making a weird noise. Which sounded a lot like money going down the drain. Oy.
Right before we went in for our appointment we got the call from the garage letting us know we have about $2,000 in repairs coming our way. So gross. So that put a damper on the day.
BUT we were going to see our baby! So as soon as we got set up and saw the little blobby baby on the screen, all was good.
The baby was being pretty uncooperative. Just like Avery was. Hands over face, zero good pictures, just like Avery. So I knew it was a girl.
Then the tech asked if we wanted to know. Uh, yes! And she said, “It’s a little girl.” And I don’t know why I was so surprised. But I wasn’t really expecting her to say that. And I teared up a little. I really like being right.
Poor Jeremy. He took a little time to warm up to the idea of two girls. And now he’s talking about getting a boy cat so he has an ally. So win-win for me.
The little lady was so stubborn that they couldn’t get good measurements of a bunch of organs. So I have another ultrasound in March. And hopefully she will be on better behavior. But everything they saw looked great. Which is a huge relief.
We came home with a picture of her little feet and one with the top of her head. I doubt I will post them, because I don’t know how I feel about showing everyone a picture of the inside of my uterus.
After the appointment we did a little shopping. I really wanted to get a shirt that said “Little Sister.” We went to Target first, and they had nothing like that. But they did have the cutest romper that ever existed. And I had to buy it. It was a must. And Jeremy was all huffy about it. When we got to the checkout the girl behind the register basically squealed at how cute it was. She just kept saying so. See? I had to get it!
We eventually found a “Little Sister” shirt and I took a photo to show everyone.
Now comes the naming saga…
He claims that “Christmas” was a joke choice. And I say that is grounds to ban him from the naming process. You don’t get joke choices. This is what I’m up against, people. Send prayers.