So there was that thing today, at the doctor's office, involving goop and a wand (BOTH kinds...I was, uh, unprepared for that one). That thing that was to tell us that we were having a BOY or a GIRL. And guess who just refused to cooperate? Who decided to a) dash from side to side of my uterus like it was a freakin' roller derby and the u/s tech was the opponent and b) end up curled into a ball for a wee nap that my doing jumping jacks wouldn't even shake? Suffice to say we have to go back next week for a follow up scan and this baby better lose the 'tude and cooperate. I want to see those legs spread and 100% confirmation of its gender...because right now we're only 80% sure it's a GIRL. Oh lordy.
A GIRL. You guys. This is a little more than my pea-brain could handle today. (Side note: pregnancy for me is like me having two glasses of wine and the effect lasting all day long. I have no short-term memory and am only semi-lucid. My bosses love it.) I was convinced this occupant was a boy. I have boys. That's what I do. (Though I only have one so it's not like a track record or something...see: semi-lucid state). I was falling in love with the idea of brothers and Noah teaching his little brother all about trucks and trains and front-loaders. I was also already mourning the idea of not having a little girl and all the lovely things little girls bring to families. And then WHOMP. Curve ball! They think it's a girl...hey, Tim, did you hear that? A GIRL! WTF? (Also? Chinese gender predictor charts are RIGHT, so there.)
Will I love a little girl as much as I love my son? Absolutely. Do I think Noah is going to adore his baby sister? Completely. Am I totally terrified of raising a daughter? You better f'ing believe it. But I am also very, very, very, very excited. Now I finally have someone to take care of me when I'm old and Noah is off married to some hussy who made him move to California. That is why people have daughters, right?
(This could all be a moot point next week when we go back and they say "Whoops, we were wrong! Sorry about that! There's his penis!" I'll keep you posted.)