My Boys

Well, yesterday was the first visit to my specialist. The nurse took me back, weighed me (I think I've gained about 5 lbs), and took my blood pressure. It was 136/78 - Yay!! Then the moment we'd been waiting for - the ultrasound. We told her we wanted to know the sex of the baby. But it seemed like it took forever, because she was checking the baby head to toe. We got to see it's eyelids, the heart beating, its kidneys, fingers and toes. It was so amazing to see this little person literally doing somersaults, yet I couldn't feel it. Finally, the nurse said, "It looks like...a girl!" I'd be lying to you if I said I was excited. I felt guilty about it, but I was a little disappointed. I immediately started thinking about all the boy clothes, toys, bedding, etc. that I've saved over the past two years. Also, I'm just used to boys - I helped with my little brother (who is now 12!), I'm married to a guy, and I've been raising my own little man. However, I have yet to meet someone that was worried about what they were having still feel the same way after the baby was born. So it was a fleeting moment of disappointment. Then the nurse said, "Well, now it looks like a boy. This baby won't stay still." She took lots of pictures and said the doctor would make the determination. When the doc came in, he asked lots of questions and looked at the baby himself. He turned the machine off and asked if we had any questions. I said, "What are we having?"



"It's a boy!"

Of course, he gave the usualy warning - you can't be 100% sure until the baby gets here, "but it sure does look like a boy to me!" That was good enough for me. I couldn't be more thrilled. I'm most thankful that the baby appears to be very healthy and growing just like it should. I go back to my specialist in 7 weeks, and hopefully I'll get to see my little boy again. And now I don't have to teach Gehrig how to say sister. His daddy has already taught him "Brother". It's so sweet to hear. And now I can say "My Boys!!"