So. Today is the day. The day of the Big Ultrasound. Can I just say, once more, how glad I am that I got this appointment before Thanksgiving?? I was hoping to know by Turkey Day and now it would appear I may get my wish. Notice how I said “may”. Do you remember what happened with Liam when he was in utero? That’s sort of a trend with my children. Jackson was a little vague but I think that’s mostly because I didn’t like the first answer I got; that he was a boy. I’ve mellowed considerably since then, thank goodness.
A lot of people think I’m anxious for this ultrasound because I want this baby to be a girl. Which, yeah, I would like a girl. But I have to look at it this way: This child is already whatever it is. All today will do (hopefully) is show us what it is. So how an I be upset with what this child already is? I just can’t. Plus, I have the knowledge that boys are fabulous and I love being a mom to boys. The only real reasons I’d like a girl at this point are a) because it’s a new experience, b) this is my last child and last chance to have that experience and c) have you SEEN girl clothes? CA-UTE. But really, those reasons are pretty shallow. Which should tell you that I don’t really care what this baby is.
No, my big desire for this ultrasound is because I NEED TO KNOW. If you’ve been reading me for any length of time, you probably know I don’t do suspense very well. If you haven’t then I’ll fill you in: I don’t do suspense very well. I’m the sort that often will skip ahead in whatever book I’m reading so that I can see what will happen (the only exception being the “Harry Potter” books, I was a good girl with those). Even now, as I’m watching my reality tv shows for my reality tv blog I’ll check out the television websites so I can see who is eliminated beforehand so I’m not taken by surprise too much when the time comes. Silly, aren’t I? But I’m old and set in my ways and I’m not going to start changing now.
So I just want to know. I’m scared to death that we’ll get in there and have a shy child. Well, of that and of a baby that isn’t 100% healthy, but that should go without saying at this point. I’m hoping against all hope that this child will cooperate and show us the goods without too much trouble. I want a good, clear shot. One of those “sitting on a photo copier” style shots. One way or another, I must know or I shall drive myself and everyone around me absolutely insane before this is all over with.
If you’re interested, my appointment is at 1:30 Pacific time and I’ll be updating my Twitter with the news (or lack thereof) as soon as I can after that. So keep your eye on my Twitter there to the right (see it? Up there at the top? Cute, huh?) if you want advance notice. Otherwise, I’ll post here with my thoughts when I return home. And for the love of God, keep your fingers crossed for me!
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
