It's a boy! At 18 weeks, we finally know whether to use purple or green (not that Scott cares much for the decor, lol). It was so amazing to meet our little miracle for the first time. I felt the joy of having our baby increase today as the sadness from our first loss heals. I don't know if I will ever get rid of this silly paranoia that something will go wrong after our first experience. But after seeing our precious little boy, my heart is filled with gratitude for our many blessings. My head is reeling, "Wow, this is really real! All of this discomfort has been worth it! What a bundle of joy!"
The ultrasound tech kept referring to the baby as "he" when he first started measuring everything, and I asked him if that meant it was a boy. He was like, "Well, I don't want to call him an it, but I'll check if you like." Scott and I were thinking, "Well, yeah!" Later, I asked him how sure he was, and he made a point to show me our little one's "parts" very specifically so that I would not doubt him. I think he was a little offended at my dubious attitude, but I wanted to know how sure he was after hearing nightmare stories of buying clothes for the opposite gender.
I should also mention that I seem to have a case of ultrasound giggles. For my vaginal ultrasound at 7 weeks, I was landed with an oriental women with a thick accent and a total lack of social graces. She was a very serious soul, and I didn't feel very comfortable with her to say the least. Anyway, the clinic had me drink a ton of water, so that they could try to use the normal ultrasound. When she started using it, she said very frankly, "You're bladder is very big" in her thick accent. Once I got started, I couldn't stop laughing, and the situation was only made worse by her serious demeanor and stiff posture while telling me to calm down. This time the nurse, ultrasound tech, and doctor that attended me made me feel far more comfortable, but I still started laughing at a joke the tech said. As soon as I started giggling, I gasped, "Oh no!" I kept saying I'm sorry, but Scott made it worse because he couldn't stop laughing at me. Luckily, this whole scenario ended more quickly than the first time because the tech had a good attitude about it. Oh the woes of pregnancy! :)
