Two weeks ago, Hubs and I woke up with the kind of anticipation you only feel on Christmas morning or the day you leave for a great vacation! It was ultrasound day!
We accelerated our morning routine and walked into the doctor's office promptly at 8:15 am. Of course I made a morning appointment - the thought of sitting anxiously at work all day was close to sickening.
After only a brief wait (shocking), we were escorted through the doors, to the inner sanctum. We hadn't seen our little munchkin on the big screen since our 13 week appointment. We were eager to see how things were cooking in there and of course to find out the gender.
For the last few weeks, so many people would stare at me long and hard, and after a few moments, definitively declare, "I think it's a girl" or "it's definitely a boy". Or worse yet, "I hope it's a girl" or "I really want it to be a boy". Nothing will play with your emotions more than a conversation like that.
Note: A word to those who have friends who are expecting - try not to say things like that...it only makes it harder on mama, who is trying with all her might just to focus on having a healthy baby with no preference for gender.
{If I'm being honest, after a few of those conversations, something deep down inside me started to believe this little one was a girl. More specifically, a girly girl - just like mom! I don't even think I realized that until I hopped up on the exam table.}
As I rolled up my gender neutral t-shirt and reclined onto the table, I started to picture all those movies that have exactly this scene. The tech squirted some gel onto my protruding belly and much to my shock it wasn't cold at all - they keep it heated (I feel like they always say, "this will be a little cold")! In fact, I even exclaimed to her, "hey that wasn't cold like it is in the movies!" {I'm certain she thought I was a nut job after that one}.
Moments later she was moving the probe across my tummy and we heard the tell-tale sound of a heartbeat. It was cruising along at 153 beats per minute.
We then proceeded to take a tour of the baby's body. We saw the spine (super cool), the head and the hemispheres of the brain (!), we saw a full tummy, a nose, a lip, little hands, kidneys, all four chambers of the heart and then finally two little chicken legs with cute toes! All the while, Hubs was asking "does this look good? is that measuring OK? does that look good?". Everything looked nice and healthy!
About 3/4 of the way through our "tour" - the tech announced "that's a boy!" and clear as day, the evidence was up on the screen.
I felt like a giant wave of emotion had crashed over me and swallowed me up. I looked at my husband and drank in his expression. We were going to have a son!
I thought about cheering for him on the sidelines of the soccer field sporting a baseball cap. I thought of his first Yankees vs. Red Sox game and how hard he'd be cheering against his mother's team. I thought of his little hands in mine and his voice calling "Mama" as if I were a doctor, a superhero and a warm blanket all in one. I thought of how hard it would be to one day trust another woman with his heart. I thought of dancing with him at his wedding.
I'm going to be a boy mom.
At the end of the ultrasound, the tech worked tirelessly to snap a 3-D photo of our little guy's sweet face. But in true Bassett Boy fashion, every time the probe came close to his face, he rolled over and lifted his little arm over his head, as if to say "no photos mom, I'm sleeping!". It was about the cutest thing I've ever seen! Here he is not wanting to be bothered with silly things like photos while he's catching a few Z's. My little man.
We celebrated for the rest of the day - first by telling our parents and sending them each an arrangement of blue flowers. We also brought "gender reveal cupcakes" into the office to share our news. And finally, the obligatory facebook post to make our announcement!
The balance of the weekend was spent celebrating in Nashville - it was Hubs' birthday the next day! What a great gift for my hubby! And to remember the weekend, we bought this little guy his first pair of boots to match his daddy's!
We are blessed beyond what we could ever dream. God is so so good and it amazes me every day!
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