First I have to make a disclaimer. During the first trimester, girl parts and boy parts are identical. They start to differentiate as the second trimester begins, which is right where I am this week. The particular center who did our NT scan on Monday said they no longer give guesses on the sex of the baby at this early ultrasound because they were getting complaints from parents when they were wrong. So here's your grain of salt.
When I laid down on the table and the ultrasound technician began to look around my tummy with her magic wand, one of the first things I said was, "If you see any boy parts, let us know." (Because of course identifying boys are a lot easier at these ultrasounds. And if you don't know why... well, go ask your mother.)
She smiled and shook her head. "Oh no, we aren't supposed to do that. It's too early."
Whatever, I thought. I have eyes. I'll look for myself.
She was a very nice woman despite denying my initial request, and she quickly got to work examining Twin A. This baby was going nuts in there, which made it difficult for her to do the measurements, but we got lots of awesome views.
Including the baby's legs. From underneath.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I'm not supposed to say anything, but look at this..."
And she pointed too...
Hooray! Now I don't have to worry about "bedazzling" the crap out of Bean's clothes to save money, which was my plan if they were both girls. The jeans would have transitioned decently, but monster trucks shirts with pink and purple sequins would have looked a bit off. Or not, what do I know about fashion these days?
Anyway, I love being a boy's mama, and I was praying there'd be at least one wee wee in there. About the second baby, I was ambivalent. The Y chromosome runs strong in DH's family -- his grandma had five sons, and his parents had three boys before having one girl. I have never imagined myself having a daughter, going way back to when we were first married and still several years away from TTC. And perhaps because I was humbled by infertility and just grateful to be a mother at all, honestly I would be completely happy either way. Life is good, my family is full, and I am grateful beyond belief.
So on to Twin B. This baby was active, too, but not quite as much as the first one. Also showing no modesty whatsoever, we got another money shot from underneath the baby's feet.
NOW THAT IS A BOY.
My three sons.
The thought of them all playing together, growing into men together... it brings tears to my eyes.
DH admitted he was a little bit sad not to have a daughter, but then he high-fived me and celebrated, "No weddings to pay for!" And the way I see it, as the head male in the family, the boys will mainly be DH's responsibility to raise once they hit first grade. So my plate is looking a lot less full come 2016.
My Mom is still holding onto the hope that there is some doubt with Twin A and she may get the granddaughter she's always wanted. She's been lobbying for that outcome. Well, there's nothing I can do about it at this point. In fact, there really was nothing I could ever do about it. To my brother: It's all up to you now.
No pressure or anything.
Breaking Good by Madeline Ash
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