I’ve wanted to hold off, to be surprised by the sex of this baby. We managed to make it through 2 ultrasounds where we could find out. I was stronger than strong, never once asked. The doctor and the ultrasound tech, though, well I think they already spoiled it for me… Or am I reading too much into things?
At my 13 week ultrasound, the doctor at the maternal imaging center asked as he scanned the baby if I’d like to know, and I confidently replied no, mostly shocked that that was even an option at only 13 weeks. I didn’t have an early genetic scanning ultrasound with either Kendall or Leyna. This time around, I didn’t opt for it so much for the scanning, but so I could maybe start to feel like this surprise pregnancy is real.
“Because I could definitely tell you if you want to know,” he said. And again I declined.
Then I laid there thinking, “Well shit, dude. If you can ‘definitely’ tell at 13 weeks, didn’t you just tell me it’s a boy?” But I let it slide because, like I said, I’d never been to this ultrasound before, so maybe it’s definitely easy to tell it’s a girl then, too.
Minutes later, he said, “He looks great…” and went on to list off something about measurements and growth. I glanced over to see his reaction to the slip.
But he had none. No reaction at all. He’s either an amazing poker player, or he just uses “he” to talk about all the babies he sees? I’d convinced myself of the latter option up until our last ultrasound this week.
This time it was a (super sweet) tech at my midwife’s office who did the 20 week ultrasound. “So, are you guys finding out the sex today?” When Scott and I replied in unison that no, we were not, she seemed disappointed. “Okay…” she sighed.
She told us when to close our eyes at the proper times, and all was well until later in the scan she said, “Have you guys seen anything that gave the gender away?”
Well, no… I hadn’t. I was being careful to mainly look at the baby’s head or look away when I didn’t know what was on the screen. Scott had been entertaining Kendall and Leyna (because I unknowingly scheduled this joyous event during Spring Break… and then we freaking forgot the iPad).
I spent the rest of the time thinking how could we have seen anything to give away the gender other than a penis? GAH.
Baby #3 at 20.5 weeks
I’m now convinced it’s a boy. I even called it a he accidentally yesterday. Don’t get me wrong, I’m 100% happy with a boy! (Or a girl) But I’m not going to be happy to have tried to keep it a surprise from myself and everyone else all this time only to find out that it was spoiled for us.
Or was it spoiled for me? Is this my mother’s intuition kicking in?
Now, let me end all this by saying I get that these hormones swimming through my body make me irrational about a lot of things. My over-thinking is in high gear. Maybe they both said those things to make us think it was a boy and really it’s a girl because they get to play mind games like that?
What do you think? Boy or girl? Surprise ruined or not?