And the Sex Is....

Yesterday was the day we went to the doctor for the sonogram.  I was soooo excited.  All the extra time we had to wait for the doctor didn't seem to matter.  It was just more time to be mentally prepared for what was to come, the determination that my baby is healthy, & the announcement of its sex. 

The only thing that wasn't perfect?  I forgot to put the charged battery back in my camera.  Thanks iPhone for getting me through this day.

Marcus was a little nervous.

Okay, he was really just reading & watching TV when I took those pictures.  He was excited too. 

Our midwife came with us.  It was good to have her, and she kept Marcus company while the nurse asked me a million questions.

The doctor was wonderful.  Soothing, informative, confident, amusing & kind.

We looked at a lot of things first.  How rewarding is it to see a little hand waving?  And bones perfectly formed.  A brilliant foundation. 

The doctor would say, "Do you see his little hands waving?"  Marcus would smile a really big smile because she said "his."  But then she would say, "Now these are her lips and her mouth."  And he would frown.  After a few incidences of that, he asked why she was going back and forth.  She hadn't looked yet and was just keeping us on our toes. 

Everything was normal.  Baby was measuring 21 weeks, right on track to where they thought I was.  Healthy baby. 

The only thing she couldn't see clearly was the heart because of course our baby was just chilling in the same position the whole time, only moving its hand every once in awhile.  Even though I downed about three bottles of OJ to induce activity like the internet told me to do.  I asked if our baby was being lazy, but I knew the answer, not lazy -- laid back, calm & collected.  Hey Mom & Dad, I'm good. 

Then the moment of truth...  Marcus stood up from his chair & came to hold my hand.  She moved the instrument around & around.  Focusing in & out.  We thought we saw something, then we thought we saw nothing.  Then it was clear.  The doctor smiled & asked, "So what are we looking at guys?"

Can you tell? 

Two legs, a butt &...  A pickle!  That's the family name for a penis.

We made a little boy!

I couldn't stop smiling.  Marcus couldn't stop smiling.  I think he did a little dance.  There were some tears in my eyes.  I was so happy to finally be able to know, so I could begin imagining our lives together. 

He kept making me laugh with comments like, "I guess we're going to be staying together."

Of course I was a little upset that he was right.  Now he really thinks his sperm is incapable of producing a girl.  But I don't mind being wrong.  I wanted a boy to be my first child, and to see Marcus so happy made me happier. 

We made a little boy.

He wiped the rest of the gel off my belly, helped me get up, helped me with my shoes, opened doors for me, & carried my purse.  I felt like a queen who had just given her king his first male to one day take over the throne. 

He called to brag to his friends & family about his male producing sperm.  I couldn't stop thinking of names. 

We made a little boy.