|Blue means BOY: The official announcement photo.|
I feel weird when people ask that question. And I feel weird when people answer that question. Who wants to go on record saying they have a preference for the sex of their baby? At best, you're right, at worst, you're wrong, and you've put it out there that you didn't really want your child to be the way s/he is.
My diplomatic response was always "ten fingers, ten toes!"....until the week of my first ultrasound.
|One of my favorite peeks at his tiny, tiny toes.|
And so, my answer changed. I would love my baby, boy or girl, ten fingers or eight, ten toes or twelve. My baby's my baby, a dream come true regardless of the metatarsal count.
Long before I was ever pregnant, my mom predicted my first baby would be a boy. On the day we found out we were pregnant, Jeremy predicted we would have "at least one boy." (True story.) I didn't have any inklings of my own for the first few weeks, so I deferred to the predictions of those who knew me best.
We thought we wouldn't find out until June, but a surprise peek in late April gave us a bit more certainty, much sooner than we expected.
While in a "bonus" ultrasound on April 26th (11 weeks, 5 days along), enjoying the view of the tiniest crossed feet we'd ever seen (see above), the doctor stopped suddenly and looked at us.
|Aerial view. That's no umbilical cord, folks.|
"Do you want to know the sex?"
Was she really asking this? "Ummmmm...YES!"
"It does look like those are boy parts....but this is really early to say, so don't hold me to it..."
Cue Proud Papa: "Oh, I'm holdin' you to it."
HA! One point for Team Blue.
Within just seconds, his goodies were on display. He's a HE! (Of course he is!) We were so excited. Not because we were right, but because he looked great. Perfectly healthy and growing like a champ. We had a son on the way. So unreal.
After the ultrasound, Courtney and I went shopping for his first boy outfits, and she snapped the official announcement photo with her phone (in front of a Party City window display, no less!). The wait was over. It was confirmed. My little dream guy was on his way, and the name game could officially commence.
Now we just have to wait about 13 more years to find out how he feels about me posting his boy parts for all of our friends and family to see.
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