Am I an aunt or an uncle?!
It's a boy!!!
Mike and I had our second and last ultrasound last week (thank you, Blue Cross Blue Shield) and decided to let ourselves in on the secret. We went to a different place this time, one far less posh but much more friendly. The ultrasound technician actually smiled and cooed over the baby! She explained everything we were seeing on the screen! She printed out 15 pictures for us to take with us!
I would like to invite her to Thanksgiving dinner this year. Would that be weird?
Anyhow, back to the real story. I had a feeling the baby was a boy, but Mike was positive that it was a girl, so I was prepared to be wrong.
"Oh, I can see it!" the ultrasound technician said. "Here are the boy bits!"
"A boy!" I said, and inside I felt, Yes, I knew that. I stared at the screen, mesmerized. "Is this an extreme close-up?"
"No," the tech said, sounding confused. "Why?"
I pointed at the screen. "It looks huge!"
She laughed. "That's his leg, sweetheart."
Don't worry, I correctly identified his head and his bum, so at least I'll know which end is up.
It was amazing, all that we could see. The four chambers of his beating heart. His wee bladder filled with amniotic fluid and his mouth working to drink it in. His kidneys, and every bone in hands, feet, and spine. His brain. The twists in the umbilical cord and the blood moving through it.
I saw and felt him kick at the same time, which was definitely the highlight of my day. I've often wondered what he was doing in there, this little Riverdancer of mine.
We saw him lying casually with his legs crossed, as though he were lounging on the beach. He played with the umbilical cord and also seemed to wave at us.
Hello, my adoring public!
He is beautiful.
Afterward we rushed to the car to call the anxious grandparents, aunts, and uncles. The best response was from my brother, after I told him that he was going to have a nephew.
"Wow! A nephew! Wait, so that means... nephew... okay, it's a boy!!"
(Hey, give us a break- this is the first baby on my side of the family. We're all kinda new at this.)
I told my dad that he could go ahead and buy a wee fishing pole and start planning the boating expeditions, and my mom revealed that he had already purchased a bottle of baby shampoo for the guest bathroom.
Yes, this baby is very much wanted and will be welcomed into the world by a loving family. I'm planning to write more about that in another post.
Welcome to the nuthouse, little guy.