There are days I still find it hard to believe that I’m pregnant. Of course, I know I’m pregnant. I know there’s a baby inside me. I see my belly bulging out. But, particularly on those days when I don’t feel the baby moving much, there’s no constant reminder of “being pregnant.”
That’s why I love the doctor visits and especially the sonogram. It gives me a clear visual of my baby. I can see my baby there on that little screen, moving about and waving at mami and daddy. It makes it all much more real.
I’m now 18 weeks pregnant. This past Tuesday we had our “big” sonogram. The one that every pregnant woman has and the one where you hope to find out the sex of the baby – if you want. And, just like the first pregnancy, my husband and I did want to know the sex. It didn’t matter the outcome – we just wanted to know.
So, there we were in the room – me laying on the bed trying to look at the screen and see my baby. My husband and daughter sitting next to me and my mom a little ways off. All of us anxious to know if all was well with baby, and of course, if he/she would show off and let us know whether we are expecting a boy or girl. I tried hard to read the tech’s face, but those techs must have a special class in their coursework just for learning how to hide emotions. She was so emotionless!
After digging around a bit, taking some measurements and pictures, the tech finally points to the screen and says, “This is a thigh and this is the other thigh…” And what I saw in between made me open my eyes wide and look over at my husband, mouthing, “Is that?” Because there, smack in the middle, was a clear view of what no one can deny.
WE’RE HAVING A BOY!!!!
I wanted to share the picture, but the proud and protective daddy did not want his baby boy’s stuff out for the world to see. But, trust me. There’s no way we can doubt that there’s a boy growing inside of me. Here’s a picture of his cute little toes, though.
Baby girl was happy to find out she’s going to have a baby brother. I think she secretly knew all along because more often than not, she’d refer to the baby as he instead of she. Now, she specifies, “Hi baby brother!”
Now, I have to prepare myself for dealing with a boy after nearly 5 years of nothing but pink and princesses in the house. It’s going to be fun. Except for the getting peed on part. I hear boys are more prone to pee on you when changing their diaper. Great.
In celebration of our sonogram and finding out the sex of our baby, I’ll be hosting a fun contest where you can enter to win 1 of 2 bags full of Johnson’s baby products – plus a few products for mom too! Come back tomorrow for more details.
