The other picture we have says “Baby Brother!!!” on the top. We’re having a boy!

At first I wanted to find out what we were having, but S. didn’t. We didn’t tell Justin we had the option - not purposely, but because I just didn’t think of it. When I picked him up for school to head to the ultrasound, the first question out of his mouth was, “Mom, are we going to find out if it’s a boy or a girl? Because the kids in my class said you could tell when you see the pictures!” Oh boy.

As we drove I told him that S. didn’t seem to want to know, and that I was pretty much content to find out when the baby’s born. He said we should find out anyway.

After we arrived and met up with S., the subject came up again. S. said he thought it would be easier to plan and pick names and such if we found out what it was. ::sigh:: I was definitely ganged up on. (But I didn’t provide much resistance, obviously.)

Baby provided all the resistance we needed, actually. When we started the ultrasound, the baby was curled up with his hands over his face and his knees up and together. No one was seeing anything with him in that position! I was happy to see the heart beating, with four chambers that all looked functional (as if I know what I’m talking about). The sonographer would occasionally pause on an arm bone, a leg bone, taking measurements and entering things into her computer.

It was hard to concentrate, though, because Justin was sick of the whole thing, and only wanted to know if he had a baby brother, or NOT. He asked the question incessantly. I’d have cheerfully choked him if I could’ve moved!

Forty-five minutes into the ultrasound, the sonographer gave up and said that with baby in that position, she couldn’t get everything she needed (including the sex) so she was going to get the doctor to finish up. She told me to lay on my side and wiggle my belly! At least this little break gave us the opportunity to explain to Justin how obnoxious he was being, and he (of course) promised to be better. (He always makes me feel bad by saying things like, “Sorry, Mom. I’ll just sit over here and not say a word.” Ugh.)

The doctor came in and found the baby’s sex in about 10 minutes. She paused the machine and typed, “Baby Brother!!!” on the top of the screen, with an arrow towards the important parts. As much as I hate to admit it, my heart fell a bit. “Are you sure?” I asked her. “Definitely,” she replied. Okay, I thought. I’ll have a football team after all.

Later, of course, I realized that boys are really a blessing. They’re easier to raise, in my opinion. And I dread having a girl and dealing with her teenage years. I remember how I was as a teenager - and shudder. I’m just praying this baby won’t have Asperger’s as well. One is enough!

Apparently the doctor couldn’t get everything she needed because Baby was being uncooperative, so we have another ultrasound scheduled for Tuesday. I’m looking forward to it - it will certainly be quieter!

Happy happy,
michelle