Yesterday was my first doctor’s appointment (yes, I didn’t go in until I was over 19 weeks along. Blah, blah, blah, insurance, boring fiscal year baloney, etc).
The good news about waiting until you are 19 weeks along – besides the opportunity to give the nurse a scathing look behind her back when she asks if you’ve already had a positive pregnancy test (I’ll see your positive pregnancy test and raise you 6 weeks of nausea and 3 weeks of kicks in the stomach) – is that you get an ultrasound on the very first visit.
And not just any ultrasound.
And, after confirming that our baby had four heart chambers and two kidneys and the requisite number of arms and legs, the ultrasound tech announced that this baby is a . . . .
I may possibly have burst into tears when she told me, I was so happy. With Ella, I didn’t feel like I had a strong preference for a boy or a girl, but this time, I was really hoping that it would be a girl.
(My favorite thing the ultrasound tech said to me was, “Okay, I’m going to turn it on 3D now. Your baby will look weird. Don’t freak out.”)