When I was pregnant with my daughter, we knew right away that we wanted to find out what we were having. After 3 years of trying to conceive, waiting until her birth day seemed too far away! Bonding, naming, and nursery decorating were things we wanted to focus on.
I’m a bit of a planner and I was so full of excitement that as soon as the ultrasound tech asked if I wanted to know – I didn’t hesitate with my resounding YES!!
Up until that point we bought a few gender neutral items and painted the nursery green. I figured I could work in purples, pinks and browns or reds and blues once we knew. Thankfully my daughter cooperated and clearly showed the tech what she needed to see!
There was NO question my daughter was a girl, though I’d ask for verification (half-jokingly, still a girl, right?) at subsequent ultrasounds. So you can imagine my anxiousness at not knowing with much certainty what this baby is!
My pregnancy has been progressing well (aside from the gestational diabetes). I’m the normal amount of tired, hungry, etc. though I think I’m peeing less frequently than last time. (I blame my toddler!) I went in for an ultrasound a couple weeks ago, ready to know what I’m having…
Except the tech was uncertain.
Baby was crunched up, legs close together and we tried viewing from the bottom up. She thinks she identified a body part between the legs, but from that angle it could have been the cord. I know I’ll have more ultrasounds but I’m not sure when the next one will be!
I almost feel like I should have gone team green this time, but I couldn’t. I have the urge to redecorate the nursery but want to know if it’s a boy or girl (with more certainty) before I start that. I’m also waiting so I know if I can get rid of the girly clothes and toys my daughter has outgrown or if I’ll need them again soon.
Who knew “finding out” would create so many extra “what ifs?”
photo courtesy of Meringue Bake Shop