After fixing the damage done to my Christmas tree last night, I sat down and started reading one of pregnancy books I had been given in the beginning of this pregnancy. Nothing can send a woman's heart racing faster than reading about amniocentisis and all of the things that COULD be wrong with her baby. It's scary to read about c-sections (which I may be a candidate for) and epesiotomies...one choice seems just as painful as the next! A c-section is major abdominal surgery....being cut in unmentionable places is pure hell! So why do we women put ourselves through this?? Because we want babies. We want people to ooh and ahhh over our kids. We want to take that step. And in the end, I do think it's worth it.
So, the question now is....did my baby get the Y chromosome?
Funny isn't it how one letter decided the entire being of a little person. It's great. I had an ultrasound on November 9th when I was 13 weeks and 3 days pregnant. As you can see above, I am having a real shy baby....yeah....the child looked right at the camera! And crossed his/her little legs!
I will admit that I am obsessive about this. I don't want to wait to find out what I am getting for Christmas, so this is killing me. I have tried every old wive's tale that I could manage: wedding ring on thread...it said a boy....chinese lunar calendar....it said a boy....my baby's heartbeat was 157 beats per minute...that says girl....I don't know....it's driving my husband insane!
I said the normal mother response..."as long as it's healthy...I don't care..." And I mean that. But I think I want a boy...but I won't be disappointed if I have a girl.
A conversation with co-workers who have boys yesterday almost made me rush home and fervently pray while holding the Holy Bible that it was an X chromosome I had received. Boys ask questions I am not sure I can answer! And can I trust Jeremy, who has ADD himself, to teach our son how to properly urinate without writing neat little scribbles on the wall? I have trained to Jeremy to use bleach wipes if he misses. A three year old is different. What if I am confronted with questions that involve his male parts? Can I answer these questions or will I be one of those mothers who smile with that deer-in-the-headlights-look and calmly say "Ask your father." At least with a girl I can confidently and calmly answer questions about tampons, and bras and deoderant...and I must admit that it would bring me mild amusement to see Jeremy try to explain tampons to our daughter...it makes me giggle just thinking about it. Or see her out on her first date. He's so overprotective now.
My next appointment is on December 7th so I am hoping for some answers to my gender questions. If not, my next shot is December 12th when we go to EVMS for genetic counseling. They have a super-ultrasound and will hopefully have my answer then...until then...our fingers are crossed....that our baby is healthy.
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