Thanks for playing along, all 32-something of you who voted. Either someone let the cat out of the bag, or you all have great intuition, because as of this afternoon, 66% of you voted Boy. Good job!
I always dreamed that I’d have two girls, then two boys. Very, very surreal that it’s actually happening. Girls run on both sides of the family, so I just expected a girl. On Jason’s side, for generations, there’s only one boy in each family unit. He has three sisters. I’m one of three girls. I always expected to have a heap of girls! And until two years ago, I lived in a very female household, Jason being the only male of the four of us. Now, come January, the teams will be even – three and three.
I realized how much I expected to have a girl when the ultrasound technician said, “It looks like it’s a little boy!” And I was shocked. Before she had announced anything, I had even seen the key parts that screamed, “Boy!” on the screen, and still, I somehow thought she’d say it was a girl.
I am absolutely thrilled to be having a boy. I would have been equally as thrilled to have a girl, to be perfectly honest. I didn’t care either way, but I’m delighted to know. Now I know what clothes to wash, and what color yarn to pick out for sweaters, hats, soakers, etc.
So Asher’s going to have a little brother. He’s clueless. The girls were so sweet; they wanted another brother from the get-go. They said, “We have each other, so Asher should have a little brother.” My heart.
I have mixed emotions about the ultrasound. Of course, I’m thrilled that everything looks just fine, and thrilled to know what gender the baby is. Grateful that the technology is there for when it’s needed. But on the other hand, I feel very strongly about avoiding ultrasound unless medically necessary, and the bleeding really scared and frustrated me. Spotting is one thing, but it was heavy, and I was freaked out for most of the day. After suffering a miscarriage, fear is felt completely differently. At that point I was 22 weeks, and knowing the cause of the bleeding (if it could be determined) could be helpful in stopping it. So the ultrasound seemed prudent. I was very hard on myself for a week or two, trying to decide if it was really “medically necessary,” or if I gave in to simply ease my fears. In the end, I think it was a wise choice.
And there’s the boy. (Boy!) I’m still trying to navigate the waters of raising boys; having two just makes my head spin. I need to read some books or something. Even after nearly two years (he’ll be two next month!!!), I still feel clueless.