Well, well, well...
So, we had the BIG ultrasound today. I was super anxious. With one boy and two girls, of course another boy would be the "logical" want. I'm just not sure I could handle another girl! Of course, I would love either gender, but the sentimental pick would be boy.
Gender wasn't the only thing I was anxious about. Every time we go to a 20 week ultrasound, I'm reminded of the appointment I had when I was 20 weeks with Jack. My Dr. at the time informed me that Jack had cysts on his brain and it could be indicative of a few different birth defects. I remember that day so well. Even now, talking about it, I get goosebumps. Obviously, things are fine and the cysts disappeared by the time he was born, but still, the week that I had to wait between ultrasounds was torture. The thought of something being wrong with my baby was paralysing. So, that experience is always at the back of mind when I get to this point.
Our tech was one that I've had before, and she was awesome. The baby is breech which made looking at anything, including the anatomy, very difficult. She took some measurements, we heard the heartbeat, and it was a pretty routine scan. She wanted the baby to move, so I (jokingly) offered to get up and do jumping jacks. It was at the point that the baby moved and she was able to distinguish the gender! She was adorable, actually, as she clasped her hands together and said, "Congratulations, I think you will be VERY happy!" and that's when she told us that we were expecting a boy!! What a moment. I cried! I was (and still am) so happy. The rest of the scan was challenging as he was being very difficult and not cooperating. So, the tech gave up and asked the doctor to come in to see if he could possibly get the measurements that she couldn't.
So, a doctor that I didn't know came in, with a student. He asked some questions about my previous pregnancies, and took a look at the baby. It was at the time that the doctor started questioning the student about the risks of a 4th csection. The laundry list that they named was a little scary, but I know of all of the risks; I do my research, so I was okay. I did find it a little odd that he was talking like I wasn't there, and it made me even more thankful for my regular, amazing Dr who I love and trust with my life. The doctor was able to get the measurements and deemed the baby perfectly healthy and growing wonderfully.
So, with that, the appointment was over and it was time to start telling people. The reactions were great and totally what we expected. I think everyone was pulling for a boy.
2 boys, and 2 girls. How absolutely blessed am I? Amazingly, is the answer. Baby #4, my son...I will see you in December. I love you...
...now stop kicking my damn ribs...
Gender wasn't the only thing I was anxious about. Every time we go to a 20 week ultrasound, I'm reminded of the appointment I had when I was 20 weeks with Jack. My Dr. at the time informed me that Jack had cysts on his brain and it could be indicative of a few different birth defects. I remember that day so well. Even now, talking about it, I get goosebumps. Obviously, things are fine and the cysts disappeared by the time he was born, but still, the week that I had to wait between ultrasounds was torture. The thought of something being wrong with my baby was paralysing. So, that experience is always at the back of mind when I get to this point.
Our tech was one that I've had before, and she was awesome. The baby is breech which made looking at anything, including the anatomy, very difficult. She took some measurements, we heard the heartbeat, and it was a pretty routine scan. She wanted the baby to move, so I (jokingly) offered to get up and do jumping jacks. It was at the point that the baby moved and she was able to distinguish the gender! She was adorable, actually, as she clasped her hands together and said, "Congratulations, I think you will be VERY happy!" and that's when she told us that we were expecting a boy!! What a moment. I cried! I was (and still am) so happy. The rest of the scan was challenging as he was being very difficult and not cooperating. So, the tech gave up and asked the doctor to come in to see if he could possibly get the measurements that she couldn't.
So, a doctor that I didn't know came in, with a student. He asked some questions about my previous pregnancies, and took a look at the baby. It was at the time that the doctor started questioning the student about the risks of a 4th csection. The laundry list that they named was a little scary, but I know of all of the risks; I do my research, so I was okay. I did find it a little odd that he was talking like I wasn't there, and it made me even more thankful for my regular, amazing Dr who I love and trust with my life. The doctor was able to get the measurements and deemed the baby perfectly healthy and growing wonderfully.
So, with that, the appointment was over and it was time to start telling people. The reactions were great and totally what we expected. I think everyone was pulling for a boy.
2 boys, and 2 girls. How absolutely blessed am I? Amazingly, is the answer. Baby #4, my son...I will see you in December. I love you...
...now stop kicking my damn ribs...
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yet again you make me cry with your blogs.... damn lady when you writin a book?
ReplyDeleteOddly enough, I've tried to write a book, several actually, and I SUCK at it! So, I think I'll stick with blogging!
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