Today was our doctor’s appointment. I felt fluttery as I went in the office because I knew we were going to find out if everything was going OK, and also what the sex of our baby was.
As you can see from this darling picture, we obviously had nothing to worry about. Our baby is in top shape and is coming right along at a normal pace. Whew!
As the nurse was doing the ultrasound, I realized that I could not make myself stop smiling. It was like this little kid in me coming out because I was so excited. It is a very cool feeling to watch your baby move around on a TV monitor… Trust me… I know cool, you don’t.
The nurse somehow found our baby’s bladder, kidneys, spine, brain, and of course heart. The heart was ticking away at the speed that would equal if you just ran a 10 mile marathon (147 beats per minute). I was amazed at how easily the nurse found and identified each organ. It was like Freshman year of highschool lab all over again.
The last part was the best. It was also the part I was most nervous about. I truly did not care if we were having a boy or a girl, but I was still nervous. The nurse said, “Do you want me to find out the sex of your baby?” And we agreed. Then she said (which I thought was kinda funny) “Let’s see if I can get a peak between the legs here.” It wasn’t but a millisecond after she got a shot between the legs that I noticed a little somethin’ dangling down. “A penis! A boy!” I screamed inside my head. The nurse then went on to say that she was “pretty sure it was a boy”.
Damn, I thought. “Pretty sure?” I didn’t know what to think. Minutes later, the ultrasound was over, and I was left hanging. “Was that really a penis I saw?”
A while after, we met with our doctor. She did some measurements, weight check, blood pressure…. you know, the usual. Then she asked what we were having and we were like, “Pretty sure it’s a boy”. Doc was furious… “Pretty sure? I’m gonna find out right now how sure the nurse was.” After speaking with the nurse, she informed us that the nurse was 98% sure that it was a boy. “Whew, I thought”. I’ll take those odds any day.
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