Before arriving at the appointment, I was pretty sure baby was a boy. We all thought so from the beginning. Though we warned the ultrasound tech that we didn't want to see the gender or be told, I have had enough ultrasounds to be pretty well aware of what I'm seeing. Early in the appointment, the tech swiped by the gender area, and I was fairly sure I saw male parts. We looked away when she revisited the area to confirm the gender, and then she wrote it down for us on a card we brought. A short while later the doctor came in and looked at baby to see if he could tell anything about the heart (which he really couldn't because it was too early to see much), and he definitely rolled by the same area. This time I was nearly positive I saw a penis. When the nurse asked me what we're having while drawing blood a little while later, I told her, "We don't officially know yet, but I'm positive it's a boy." When we left I told Bryan that I was pretty sure I knew the gender based on the ultrasound, but that I wasn't going to tell him.
All day I absorbed the surety that our next baby is a boy. I knew ahead of time that I would be a little sad about whichever gender we are having. I liked living with the possibility of either, and I knew I'd be sad to close the chapter on the one we won't be welcoming into the family in May. Though I never really thought this baby was a girl, I was a little blue all day about the girl we wouldn't be meeting come spring. I was also delighted to think of holding a cuddling another baby boy of ours, especially after not getting to do that with Samuel.
That night we went on a date to a local restaurant called Firefly, thanks to the wonderful girls I'm mentoring. We spent some time talking about how we'd tell the boys the next day and enjoying the little bit of time we had left not officially knowing the gender of our 5th baby. When we finally decided to open the envelope, Bryan asked me, "So, what is it?" I told him, "It's a boy. I'm sure." We proceeded to open the envelope together, me completely sure I would read the words "It's a boy!" inside. I was expecting the same anti-climax I experienced when Joel was born, and the doctor said, "It's a boy!" Though we were "surprised" with Joel, I knew he was a boy from the moment I found out I was pregnant, and I remember thinking once he arrived, "I already knew that. That was so not surprising." So, I was utterly and completely shocked and dumbfounded when the card read, "Congrats! It's a girl!" I let out a huge gasp in the middle of the restaurant, welled up immediately, started shaking, and said over and over again, "No! No way! It can't be!" I was beyond shocked. It took me a good five minutes to pull myself together to even form a coherent sentence. I think Bryan thoroughly enjoyed my reaction and utter surprise. Once I finally calmed down, I told Bryan, 'That was fun!" Truly being surprised is a rare occurrence, and it was delightfully fun to be so blown away by happy news.
|Before opening the envelope|
|How we told the boys...|
|They were excited. Caleb was hoping for a girl, and Joel was hoping for a boy, but both were happy with the news. They hated waiting until the next evening to find out, though.|
(Incidentally, Belle's heart looked great at the 20 week ultrasound. We will see Dr. Videlefsky (Samuel's ped. cardiologist) in a couple of weeks for his expert opinion, but for now, it looks hopeful, praise the Lord.)