Oh it's definitely a boy! − 14 May, 2007
I have an older sister, Heather. She has a daughter, Micaela. My mom has an older sister, Aunt Elle. My grandmother is the oldest of 12 and only 3 were boys. With all the girls in my family I just assumed that I too would have a girl. That's what we have, girls. I've always imagined myself with daughters who would have pink dresses and curls in their hair just like I did when I was little.
So when I became pregnant I assumed I would have a girl but there was this voice in my head that whispered "it's a boy, it's a boy." I tried to ignore that voice because what in the world would I do with a boy? Boys are loud and dirty and crazy and get scrapes and bruises and ensure you go to the emergency room often. A boy? Really?
Of course there is a 50/50 chance you'll have a boy or a girl. There are old wives tales that can also shed some light on what you're having, if you believe in that stuff. And then of course family and friends weighed in. Most everyone thought it was a boy with the exception of my dad, our friend Emily, and Kelly. Kelly was hoping for a girl because, and I am quoting him, "boys are idiots". In this day and age though this nagging question can be answered with a sonogram.
I had requested that Kelly make the appointment for us to get the sonogram. The doctor told us to schedule it between 18 and 22 weeks which struck me as weird since who has the patience to wait until the 22nd week? Anyway, Kelly scheduled it just shy of my 18th week, but who's counting?
I've heard from several pregnant women that sonograms can be torturous since you have to drink a lot of water before you go in and you can't pee before the procedure since it will ruin the whole thing. So, I did as I was told and drank 20+ ounces of water and then a friend also told me to drink something with sugar or caffeine to ensure the baby was awake during the procedure and moving around, not sleeping and hiding the family jewels or female equivalent. My drink of choice that morning was a very small chai tea latte.
Kelly and I arrived a bit early for the appointment and were very pleased to find everyone nice and accommodating, aware that I had a full bladder. They assured me that they were on time for the procedure and would prevent any delay due to my discomfort. It was then time for the procedure. We met our technician, Cinnamon, and she led us back to the room. The lights were dimmed, there was a bed in the middle of the room with the machine and glowing screen in the corner.
Cinnamon exposed my belly and rubbed lube on it and moved the wand thing around and the sonogram began. I just remember her saying things like "there are the kidneys", "there is the pancreas" and all these random things which I know are good things for her to see, but to me were just blobs. She also said the baby was following the wand around which didn't surprise me since vanity does run in the family after all.
She then asked if we wanted to know the sex which Kelly and I both gave an enthusiastic "YES" to. "Hmmm, let's see...your baby is awfully wiggly" she said, which I immediately felt guilty about - I amped it up on sugar and caffeine in the womb. She moved the wand around more and said, "Oh, it's definitely a boy" emphasizing the "definitely"and pointed to something on the screen and took a screen shot. I saw a white pointing thing, so I'm assuming that's what she meant. Kelly and I just looked at each other and gasped. A boy!! Emergency rooms here we come!
So when I became pregnant I assumed I would have a girl but there was this voice in my head that whispered "it's a boy, it's a boy." I tried to ignore that voice because what in the world would I do with a boy? Boys are loud and dirty and crazy and get scrapes and bruises and ensure you go to the emergency room often. A boy? Really?
Of course there is a 50/50 chance you'll have a boy or a girl. There are old wives tales that can also shed some light on what you're having, if you believe in that stuff. And then of course family and friends weighed in. Most everyone thought it was a boy with the exception of my dad, our friend Emily, and Kelly. Kelly was hoping for a girl because, and I am quoting him, "boys are idiots". In this day and age though this nagging question can be answered with a sonogram.
I had requested that Kelly make the appointment for us to get the sonogram. The doctor told us to schedule it between 18 and 22 weeks which struck me as weird since who has the patience to wait until the 22nd week? Anyway, Kelly scheduled it just shy of my 18th week, but who's counting?
I've heard from several pregnant women that sonograms can be torturous since you have to drink a lot of water before you go in and you can't pee before the procedure since it will ruin the whole thing. So, I did as I was told and drank 20+ ounces of water and then a friend also told me to drink something with sugar or caffeine to ensure the baby was awake during the procedure and moving around, not sleeping and hiding the family jewels or female equivalent. My drink of choice that morning was a very small chai tea latte.
Kelly and I arrived a bit early for the appointment and were very pleased to find everyone nice and accommodating, aware that I had a full bladder. They assured me that they were on time for the procedure and would prevent any delay due to my discomfort. It was then time for the procedure. We met our technician, Cinnamon, and she led us back to the room. The lights were dimmed, there was a bed in the middle of the room with the machine and glowing screen in the corner.
Cinnamon exposed my belly and rubbed lube on it and moved the wand thing around and the sonogram began. I just remember her saying things like "there are the kidneys", "there is the pancreas" and all these random things which I know are good things for her to see, but to me were just blobs. She also said the baby was following the wand around which didn't surprise me since vanity does run in the family after all.
She then asked if we wanted to know the sex which Kelly and I both gave an enthusiastic "YES" to. "Hmmm, let's see...your baby is awfully wiggly" she said, which I immediately felt guilty about - I amped it up on sugar and caffeine in the womb. She moved the wand around more and said, "Oh, it's definitely a boy" emphasizing the "definitely"and pointed to something on the screen and took a screen shot. I saw a white pointing thing, so I'm assuming that's what she meant. Kelly and I just looked at each other and gasped. A boy!! Emergency rooms here we come!
Comments:
edunn (July 9, 2007. 03:45am)
:) I could have recommended the "Drano test" which is a MI favorite. I resisted.