|"Did you bring BOTH a blue AND a pink marker with you??!" Jeromy asked. Um, DUH.|
Don't get me wrong, I WANT a boy. The thought that Jeromy will probably be getting a little buddy to play Legos and throw a ball with gives me warm fuzzies all over. Many of my favorite people on the planet are members of the male species. Boys are great; I just really want a girl, TOO. If someone looked into the future right now and told me that next time it would for sure be a girl, I'd probably snap out of my little pout and be just fine. But as it is, I'm kind of mentally adjusting our "we'll stop after two" decision to "we'll stop as soon as mommy gets her girl!" which I'm sure Jeromy will be thrilled about. (Yes honey, I know that college scholarships don't grow on trees).
While I know that this little theory is in no way scientific, I would swear from personal experience/observation that a lot of women who are really hoping for a girl end up with a boy, and women who are more mellow and don't really care either way end up with girls! So, in some ways I feel like this is a karma thing, as though the universe is probably reminding me that I can't will things to be just the way I want them all the time. I think nature is telling me to chill out and go with the flow and do some yoga or something.
Jeromy said that having a girl might have been the worst thing for me, because I probably would have gone completely manic with the girly princess stuff. My brother and his fiance had similar thoughts. I'm sure they are all right. Hopefully this baby boy adventure that we are embarking on will help me to be a more open-minded and balanced person.
|I SO would have gone there...|
I do know that it's going to be fine. I will tuck away our girl name (NOBODY CLOSE TO US BETTER USE IT!!! Just kidding. Not really.) and the feminine nursery pictures and the Barbie box for another little one down the road, whether it's ours or a friend's or relative's. I will quit being selfish and deal with myself. It's not like I'm going to look at our baby boy when he arrives and try to negotiate a swap for someone else's little girl. I have no doubt that once we meet our baby, I won't be able to imagine having things any other way.
Besides, I did think of one major bonus for me: JEROMY has to do the "birds and bees" talk for this kiddo!!! HA!!
So enough about me and my therapist-couch issues....here are the ultrasound pictures!
|Side profile...looks like a baby!|
|Apparently waving to us|
|Looking at the little skeleton face from the front|
They said that he was "being shy" so they couldn't get a great "It's a boy" picture, but they promised us that they were 100% sure on the gender. I'm glad they could tell, because we really couldn't see it AT ALL.
|Still the Baby Girl of the house...|
A funny gender side note.....
This morning I realized that every time I had imagined today's ultrasound, I had pictured the perinatal specialist as a male, and got all mad at myself for making the sexist assumption that a highly-trained medical specialist wouldn't be a female. (My first assumption was correct, though!)
Then, when we announced our big news today, I think about 4 or 5 people (including one of my parents), said something along the lines of "Oh, the "Doctor" nickname works, then!" Ha! I guess we ALL need to remember that females can be doctors, too!
A SUPER awkward story about my last visit to the OBGYN office! It's nothing gross, but it was high on the embarrassment scale. Prepare to enjoy my mortification.