Well, I am pregnant. Somewhere around 16 weeks or so, due date around the end of September. I've decided not to put a lot of stock in my due date, considering that babies just don't care about them. Cyrus thought that 16 days past my due date was the appropriate time to make an appearance.
Anyway, back to being pregnant. Now, normally, you don't get to find out your baby's gender until somewhere between 18 and 22 weeks when they do the full anatomy ultrasound. However, there was some concern from my midwives that perhaps I was further along than we all thought. I can tell you this - I started fighting my non-pregnancy clothes at about 8 weeks. Yikes! I was hoping I was further along just for some validation on the oversized belly. So we had an ultrasound last Thursday.
Alas, no. I am in fact right about where we all originally thought that I was. However, on the plus side, I am far enough along that they could tell the baby's sex! Woohoo!
Before I share the results, I'd like to give a little background. With Cyrus, both Jason and I suspected we were having a girl, though neither of us felt particularly strongly about it. Obviously we were wrong. With this baby, I almost didn't feel the need to find out the sex because I was absolutely, dead certain that it was boy. Convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt. Plus, there were several reasons why having a boy the second time around would be absolutely PERFECT!
1. Every storage space in my house is packed to overflowing with baby boy stuff. Not one to waste, I saved everything of Cy's, knowing we planned to have a few more kids. I also hate spending money, and the thought of being able to reuse 99% of what would be needed made me positively giddy. If this baby was a boy, I would need exactly two items: a crib, and a double stroller. Perfect!
2. We have a boy name all picked out. Easy peasy. If this baby was a girl, it was going to be all out war. We had hypothetically talked about girl names, you know, just to be fair, not because we thought we were having one, and we flat out could not agree on a single name. Not a one! It had to be boy, just so that the poor thing could have a name!
3. Cyrus is a boy. The kiddos will be just over 2 years apart, and having another boy means a best friend and playmate for life.
4. Most importantly, I feel like I know what I'm doing with boys. Girls are kind of beyond me. They confound me to a degree. To this end, I think I had convinced myself that we would only have boys. Oh sure, the thought of one girl, maybe the last baby, was kind of nice, but really not necessary. Nope, this one needed to be a boy so that he could have a chance of being somewhat normal.
Are you laughing yet? Because God was. Are you seeing where this is going? Because I did not.
Since Jason couldn't make it to the ultrasound, I asked the ultrasound tech to write the sex of the baby on a piece of paper and fold it up so that we could see it together. When we opened the envelope, we saw a cute little drawing and the words:
It's a GIRL!
Bring on the naming war and pink frilly dresses!
* As a side note, my brother-in-law and his wife are also having a baby in September, toward the beginning of the month. They found on the same day as us what they were having. They were as convinced that their baby was a girl as we were that ours was a boy. They were wrong too! It would appear that Wells parents are just terrible at parental instinct when it comes to the gender of our babies!