Today was supposed to be THE day. After my ultrasound today, I was going to start picking out nursery colors, bedding, clothes, etc. I have been thinking about today for the past four and a half months. This would be the day when we found out whether Baby McFarland is a girl or a boy. I was all hyped up! I even had a list of people that I was supposed to text to let them know the sex of the baby. And then...the inevitable happened.
The ultrasound technician started off the appointment by reminding us that she isn't always able to tell the sex of the baby. Of course, I disregarded this comment. I mean really how often does that happen? Don't get me wrong, it was amazing seeing our little one on the screen. The baby definitely has a lot of energy. The technician was getting slightly annoyed by how much the baby was squirming around.
All the measurements came out normal. We counted the toes and fingers, saw the kidneys, and even watched the heart beating. It turns out that Baby McFarland is currently 8 ounces...the size of a glass of milk my beautician pointed out. Today, the baby's heartbeat measured 145 bpm. The 4D pictures that the technician took are fascinating. You can actually see what the baby's face looks like. Obviously, I think the baby looks like me (even if my HHBL disagrees).
So it was almost over and I was expecting the technician to tell us which parts she spotted. And the IT happened! Since the baby was curled up with its legs crossed up by it's head, she was never able to determine the sex of the baby. WHAT? How could this be? What about all the shopping that I was prepared to do? And then...my first baby momma hormonal breakdown started. Before I even left the office, the tears started rolling. Tears always dry and life always goes on.
In the end, I am happy that my baby is healthy and growing as expected, and I'm sure this won't be my last tearful day during this pregnancy. I did learn one thing today...this is one stubborn baby, just like it's father.
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