May 24, 2011
From my very first visit, I worried about this pregnancy. “Advanced Maternal Age” was checked on my intake papers by my midwife. She didn’t make a big deal about it, but she told me she had to remind me anyway. Like I didn’t already know this. Plus, there was the gestational diabetes component. I was fairly certain I failed my 1-hour test a little over a week ago. So as the entire family looked forward to the ultrasound, I was a bit worried. I read the “anomaly” checklist this morning and so I knew exactly what the doctor was looking for as he did my ultrasound. With each “that looks good” and “that looks ok too,” I could feel myself relaxing, decompressing. It was a fabulous feeling. It was equally fabulous when he told me the results of my 1-hour glucose test. I had passed with flying colors.
And then he asked the question that the girls had been dying to answer, Mr. BBM too. “Do you want to know what it is?”
I told him I didn’t want to know but that I had been outvoted. My Mom and both of the girls stood there wearing pink. We had all gone around and said our final guesses in the waiting room. “Girl,” said Sassy. “Girl,” said Big I. “I don’t know but I think ‘girl’,” said my Mom. Mr. BBM said “It’s probably a girl,” but then said that since we had all said “girl,” it was likely a boy, just to prove us all wrong. I then added my two cents. “It’s a girl,” I said. “I can’t even imagine having a boy. The only thing that would make me think ‘boy’ is that I am not breaking out at all like I did with the girls. . . ”
The nurse called me and my entourage back to the room. . .
And then the doctor zoomed in on what could only mean one thing.
“It’s a boy,” he said.
Sassy’s jaw dropped to the floor. Big I giggled and my Mom laughed too. Mr. BBM looked shocked. I covered my face and laughed and then I said, “Are you sure? How sure are you?”
The doctor went back to the tell-tale sign that it’s a boy. “Well,” he said, “I’d say it’s pretty obvious. . . ” Mr. BBM said that is exactly what you want to hear when someone tells a father they’re going to have a son. Yes, we’re talking about penis size already. Lord, help this family.
So, there it is. I’m having a BOY. I am in complete and total shock, as is my family.
I told the doctor I had no idea what to do with a boy; and he kindly offered me some advice. . . “You duck.”
This is going to be quite a journey.