It’s A Boy!
Posted by mamaworker on September 18, 2009
(Insert 20-week sonogram shot here; CD from doctor isn’t working)
On Sept. 4, we visited the doctor for our 20-week sonogram. Kaye requested this particular Friday off, so I was home with Lauren and she had to come to the appointment, and Nick was going to meet us there. With mama-brain, I’d confirmed the appointment, assuming it was in the clinic we had the first sonogram, but it was at the hospital where Baby Wenos will be born. Fortunately, they are a few buildings away from each other, so Nick and I raced in. You get to be up to 15 minutes late before your sonogram is cancelled, and we were 10.
In the waiting room, Nick read Lauren a children’s book while I tried to settle down. I don’t like to be late as a rule, and I was praying the baby was healthy. Finding out the sex, as we agreed as a couple to do, was secondary. “I try to limit my caffeine intake to one a day, and Lauren turned out fine when I did that with her,” I told myself. “That turkey lunch meat you ate by mistake won’t give your kid two heads,” I promised.
Inside the sonogram room, I pulled up my shirt and they spread the warm gel on my stomach (I know this gel used to be cold, and I’m so glad they invented gel warmers in time for Lauren’s sonograms). Mama-brain take 2: I’d forgotten to pack Lauren a ton of toys in the diaper bag, but she behaved well, playing with a doll the sonogram tech provided. Mama-brain take 3: I also forgot the 20-week sonogram can take up to an hour. Spine OK, check. Brain OK. Little feet and hands and my nose. Beautiful blood flow. I squeezed Nick’s hand and tried to relax. Being on my back is uncomfortable.
“And what do you think it is?” the sonogram tech asked, focusing in. Um, it was pretty obvious.
“It’s a boy!” Nick said, as ceremoniously as he’d said “It’s a girl!” the cold December night Lauren exited my body. I liked finding out this way, without the exhaustion on labor clouding my thoughts. Happy tears fell as I let the news sink in. “Our family will have one-of-each,” I thought. Then, “Can I be a good mom to a boy? Nick will have to help me understand him,” then, “We’ll need some clothes.”
And then Dr. S came in to review, and pronounced Baby Wenos healthy, and our family of four got a little closer to real.
