I mentioned during this post:
Week 12 that we were told by the ultrasound tech that she was 98% sure we were having a girl. She pointed at the three little lines that so dictate a girl. I had read enough to know that although the baby had developed all the parts by week 12, it was very early to make an educated guess at the gender. But who are we to go against two hormonal parents being told at 12 weeks that they were having a girl and that she was 98% sure? Wish she had offered us the $1000 that the place this past weekend said they'd give us if it wasn't a boy upon delivery.
So here is how this weekend went: Come friday Tiff says, "I wish we could do one of those 3D ultrasound."
Me: "I'm sure we can, there is probably a place dying to take our money for an elective ultrasound not covered by insurance, google it."
Tiff: "Oh look, there is. It's cheap, only $175 for the base package."
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Cheap apparently changed meaning over the course of five months)
Me: "Let's call them."
So we scheduled an appointment to go in on saturday and see our baby. We were really curious to confirm the sex of the baby because we wanted to get started on painting the nursery, but I refused to start until we got a second ultrasound confirming our little girl. Tiff in the deepest part of her heart thought that there was no chance that the 2% chance of error would actually be true. I on the other hand, practice professional skepticism.
Saturday rolls around and we go into the theater size room with the theater size screen (this is why you pay the big bucks). As our greek ultrasound tech is rolling around the wand and showing us our little jelly bean in all sorts of views:
She arrives at the impending moment where she'll confirm that we're having a girl when she says "are you ready dad?" and without waiting for my response blurts our:
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| It's a boy! |
"It's a boy!"
Tiff and I were thrown off, we were not expecting her to say this so we asked, "are you sure?" to which she responded, there is no way that I'm wrong, here are a few more looksies:
I believed her at that point.
We now had to figure out what we would do with an ornate white crib, a closet full of pink clothes, pink girl shoes and a few assorted pink things that we had purchased. Thankfully most places will accept returns and after fighting with the furniture place we were able to get a replacement that will be delivered in 9 weeks to hopefully before the baby is here.
We were a little shocked to hear the news but after seeing our little baby moving around and showing us his little hands and feet we immediately realized that the gender is superficial and that as long the baby is healthy, and growing as needed all is good in our book.
It was exciting to now picture our life with a boy, sure, we've been thinking it's a girl for 5 weeks but now we get to start over with the idea that it's a boy. We don't have a name picked out or anything but that's ok too. We'll take it one day at a time and try to enjoy the last 4 months of the pregnancy. We now know that we get to learn everything there is to know about super heroes and pirates and cars and dirts and snips and snails and puppy dog tails.
Note to Jelly Bean:
We got to see you this past weekend and although you surprised us we couldn't be happier. I spent hours thinking of all the trouble we'll get into and all the things I'm going to teach you. Little guy, I promise to let you be yourself and not some idea of what being a man is by society or social rules. I promise to guide you and teach you to be a gentle man, a fair man, a man who is not afraid to care and to love.
You're so loved and we're anxious to meet you!
