Boys and Girls

10 May

A couple weeks ago we had an appointment. You know the one.  THE appointment.  The one where they do the Level 2 ultrasound and make sure all the arms and legs and fingers and toes and eyes and ears are present and accounted for and in the correct places.  Oh, and there’s this other little thing about finding out whether your baby is a boy or a girl.

Joel and I went into this appointment praying for just a healthy baby, but completely convinced that we were having a boy.  I had asked several of my mommy friends what they did to make sure that their baby was awake for this big appointment, because our last ultrasound, Gummy Bear slept right through the whole thing!  I was given a TON of suggestions, most of them involving sugar in one form or another.  I decided I wasn’t going to take any chances.  Since I had felt Gummy Bear move after eating Bojangles before, that definitely had to be a part of the morning’s activities.  A cajun filet biscuit, fries, and a sweet tea were breakfast that morning.  And just for good measure, I had a big glass of orange soda on the way to the doctor’s office.  Someone had also suggested orange wedges – you know, the candy kind that you loved as a kid – I ate one and they were WAAAAY too sweet for me.

Well, it worked, and Gummy Bear was doing somersalts, and punching and kicking so much that the poor ultrasound tech had a hard time seeing what she needed to see.  She was chasing it all over, moving the ultrasound wand all over my stomach.  Eventually she was able to find all the arms, hands, legs, feet, fingers, and toes, and everything looks good.  We saw the baby’s brain, all four chambers of the heart just pumping away, and even the face while Gummy Bear opened and closed its mouth.  We have the thing we were the most hopeful for – a healthy baby – at least so far.

And then came the moment for the big reveal.  Gummy Bear certainly isn’t shy or bashful and gave us a full view of what we were hoping to see.  There was no hesitation at all from the tech as she said, “It’s a GIRL!”  We were shocked.  I don’t know why we were so convinced it was a boy… but for some reason we were.  It seemed easier to decide on names for a boy, for one.  I am just drawn to the little boy clothes at Target and especially Baby Gap.  Something about the graphic nature of them intrigues me.  The girls’ clothes are just so ruffly and… oh, yeah.. pink.  Not that I have anything against pink, but I don’t want my child dressing in it every day.

Joel was mostly silent after the news.  From the ultrasound, we went into another room to talk to the doctor.  While we were waiting for her, I just started bawling.  I still have no idea why.  Maybe it’s because it became so much more real when we saw her this time.  Maybe I was just so shocked about the news that we were having a girl.  I wasn’t upset.  I wasn’t mad, or even sad.  But I was crying.  And, of course, right as I was trying to get myself together, the doctor walked in.  She seemed really concerned about my tears, and barely asked me about anything else at all.  I think she was convinced that I’m depressed.  I don’t really think that’s the case.

One more thing about the OB’s office… do the nurses really have to tell you how much you weigh at every single appointment??  I would rather not know that I gained 10 pounds in the past month, thanks.  They didn’t seem concerned, since I didn’t gain anything at all the month before, but still.  That seems like a lot.  They could just not tell me next time.  K? K.

Joel is still a bit freaked out about having a girl.  He says, “I just don’t know anything about girls!”  To which I like to respond, “You don’t know anything about raising a boy either.”  He’s getting better though, and seems pretty excited about our baby girl these days.

I’ve been feeling baby girl kick a TON lately.  She kicks me all over – sometimes it feels like she’s kicking the breath out of me or like my heart is beating in some weird rhythm for a second.  I think she must be kicking me in the diaphragm or something, but it’s the weirdest feeling ever.  I’m 21 weeks along, and Joel can already feel her kicking when he puts his hand on my stomach.  I think that’s not supposed to be felt for a while yet, but I have a kickboxer for a baby.  I think she might hurt me before it’s all over…

One Response to “Boys and Girls”

  1. Cheyenne Schultz May 11, 2010 at 2:43 am #

    Too funny, Rebecca. When we found out we were having a boy, I cried for two days. As much as I convinced myself that it was probably going to be a boy, I guess I really had my hopes up for a girl. As the days go on, I’m coming around. 🙂

    Excited for you guys.

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