I can’t believe I forgot to post this!
We had our 20-week ultrasound a few weeks ago, and the baby appears to be healthy. All limbs are present and growing properly, spine, brain, heart and kidneys look good.
Sigh of relief…
I had told George that I would find out the gender only if he was able to be there at the appointment. When we were pregnant with Ethan, he managed to take 1 1/2 hours off and was late getting there. He burst into the ultrasound room asking, “Is it healthy?” When the technician said “yes” he said, “What is it?” So that’s how we found out Ethan was a boy.
This time, I said that I would be happy to be surprised, but if he wanted to find out the gender, he again had to be there. I made the earliest possible appointment to accommodate his schedule.
To be on the safe side, he took the day off.
So we found out we’re having a girl. When the technician told me, I was in shock — this pregnancy has been almost exactly like the other two, and I was absolutely expecting another boy. When the midwife said, “How wonderful! Now you get to go pick out cute little pink things!” I looked at her blankly and said, “But I hate pink.”
It took a few days to sink in, but now I am over the moon. George hasn’t really said anything, I think he’s just happy that the baby is healthy and growing. I think he’d feel safer if it were a boy. I honestly think he’s most worried that this little girl is going to have him (and her brothers) wrapped around her little finger — and rightfully so.
I look forward to raising a girl who finds inherent value in being a woman, who sees that there is strength in being the ‘weaker vessel.’ I’m not talking feminism taken to extreme, or the “girl power” ‘better than boys’ garbage that is being shoveled so much nowadays. Being proud of successfully running a home; in choosing a career that is fulfilling; in meeting the needs of your family, in being a complement to your husband, in being a critical thinker and tempering your emotional reactions with logic…
Now that I think about it, I should have known this baby is a girl. After all, I craved fried dill pickles and macaroni & cheese with barbecue sauce with the boys.
This pregnancy, I’m craving chocolate.