When I got pregnant with my first child, the hubs and I were convinced it was a girl. We had a perfect girl name all picked out . . . until the sonogram. Then we struggled and fought for 5 months to come up with a boy name we could both agree on.
The second pregnancy was pretty much the same . . . both thinking it was probably a girl, and struggling to come up with a name we agreed on for our second son.
As I previously stated, we never thought we’d have to go through all that again, but now that I’m pregnant, I’ll admit it . . . I really really really want this one to be a girl! Despite the odds not being in my favor (75% chance of having a boy after having 2 prior), I would not be swayed from my fervent hope of a baby girl.
When we first informed our kids that I was pregnant, it was unanimous. The boys were hoping for a baby brother. They were adamant that it was a boy, and even my hubs joined in by saying, “well, I make boys.” I told him to quit jinxing my uterus.
Soon after, he left for a business trip to Brazil for a week, and when he returned, he brought back a few very Brazilian presents. One such present was this:
I teased him that if he made boys, these might not be our baby’s color. Either that, or he bought the wrong size for me. But, it warmed my heart that he seemed to want a girl as well. At least for that brief moment when he was buying the shoes.
Immediately after we broke the big news of my pregnancy to everyone, I had a scheduled sonogram and blood testing for all types of issues. Since I’m “high risk” or “advanced maternal age” (i.e. old as fuck), I got the full screening to see if anything might be wrong with the baby genetically. What I didn’t realize at the time, as they never mentioned it, is that they could tell the sex of the baby once they received the results, which would be in about 2 weeks. I found out that little detail about a week later, when I spoke to the lab tech who called with the preliminary results, and she told me that she would call back with the final results later that week. Oh, and also, that she could tell me the sex of the baby at that point if I wanted. Um, yes. I wanted. And then I waited.
When she called back and told me the news, I was at work. I immediately texted my hubs to let him know:
Me: Well, you were right.
Hubs: The Havaianas were right?
Me: Nope, you make boys.
Hubs: I’m sorry, sweetie. I really wanted you to have your girl. Are you ok?
Me: Yeah, I’m fine. But damn you and your sperm!
And I really was fine. It’s not like it wasn’t expected. When she said “boy” it sounded completely right. I’m a little disappointed, I’ll admit it. But I will love this boy, just as I love the hell out of my other two.
So then, it was time to tell my kids that they had gotten their wish. I wanted to do something fun and creative that they would remember, since I figured they’d be pretty excited about the whole thing. So, I had an idea, and I ran with it. First, I decorated a big box:
Then, I filled it with supplies I had grabbed on the way home, covered it with a blanket, and took the boys outside to reveal the big news. I had them pull the blanket off on the count of three, and reveal the answer to the box’s question. To say they were excited is putting it mildly. My oldest ran around the yard pumping his fist and screaming, “yes!” for five minutes. It was adorable. I can only imagine the reaction if it had been a girl!
So, now we will have to go through the fun of trying to name this one as well. Based on the hubs and my history with attempting to name boys, maybe we’ll just wait until he comes out and let him name himself. Might be quicker than waiting for his parents to come to an agreement on boy names. (In case you were wondering, yes, I did already have a girl name totally picked out).
Also, I guess it’s time for a new baby picture as well. Can’t have my little man wearing women’s shoes! Might give him a complex right from the womb.