Sometimes, I really, really hate my life. All day long I waited for this ultrasound. All week. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, I looked forward. But I should have known better. I think I *did* know better. This wasn’t my first rodeo and I happen to make entirely obnoxious children.
The little turd wouldn’t show us the goods. Or at least, not a good peek at them anyhow. And it took us nearly a half hour to get to that point anyhow. This gal was one of those who has the screen turned away while she does all the measurements and whatnot. She wouldn’t even let Kile and Liam be in the room until the very end so they had to pace the hallway outside the room, with Liam hollering his bored little head off. At one point, she had to adjust the bed with my head down to try to dislodge the baby from my pelvis, where IT was perfectly happy to hang out.
Finally, she let Kile in and we got to see some of the baby parts. She said she’d scanned by the “parts” several times and wasn’t able to quite make anything out and made another try for it. I was encouraged, the view we were getting was far better than the non-view Liam gave us at my level 2 u/s back then. At least we could see the general area. IT seemed to be a in classic “sitting on the copy machine” pose. You think that would have meant we could have seen something. The tech was convinced she couldn’t get a good enough view to make an accurate call. I strained my eyes, first looking for the typical “boy stuff” and seeing none. Then I looked or the tell-tale signs of a girl and couldn’t quite get a view on that either. Before I knew it, she was done and we were sent on our way. I felt like if we’d had another minute or two, maybe poked the baby around a bit, we could have gotten a decent money shot. But no.
She said she thought it looked like a girl but didn’t want to say for sure. I had to agree, I’ve seen enough gender ultrasounds to know pretty well what I’m looking at. But then, there was that moment in time we thought Liam was a girl too. True, that was later on (something like 28 weeks?) and the angle was different (Liam’s was sort of “head on” and things were in shadow). So I don’t know. My gut said? Girl. But my gut and a $1.50 will buy you a cup of coffee (not at Starbucks though) so what do I know?
What I’d like to know is WHY CAN’T I EVER KNOW FOR SURE?? Did I piss God off this week? Actually, we must have because we were pulled over coming out Walmart later on after picking up some bread and cheese. Kile hasn’t registered the van yet and he loves to put that off until the last possible moment and the guy got us on it. ARGH.
What I want to do is go down to the nearest ultrasound place here in town (the one in Double Diamond maybe?) and have another look. But, it’s not in the budget. Especially not now with Christmas looming. I’m just so aggravated that once again, I don’t have a concrete answer. If it IS a girl, I need to know soon because I need to wrangle up some girl clothes. Otherwise, the child will be wearing the loveliest train jammies home from the hospital. :P
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.
