It’s A…….

Today was a busy busy day for us. A took off work to spend the day with us and get some things that we’ve been meaning to do done. We dropped my car off for service, and to finally get something fixed that they promised us when we bought it (3 months ago… or more). We picked up some things at Target, got my prenatal blood work done… you know, the blood work you are supposed to have done right after your first appointment? Yeah…. that one. Thing is, I pass out when I get a shot. I didn’t pass out during my blood work with M, but I wrote that off as a fluke. If you’ve never passed out in a Doctor’s office before let me tell you something. For as smart as doctors are…. all hell breaks loose if you lose consciousness. They start pumping you full of apple juice or orange juice, make you lay there still for 20 minutes plus, and absolutely will not let you drive yourself home. Since I’ve experienced this quite a few times, I’ve learned to just bring someone with me if I know there will be a needle involved. So I’ve been waiting to do my blood work until A could come with me… so that when I passed out, I’d have someone there who could say “it’s OK, she does this all the time” and then could calmly escort me out and take me home after I regained consciousness. And of course – because I was so well prepared and ready for the inevitable, I stayed awake. I talked to the lady the entire time about her 10 month old daughter. Who is cute, but apparently enormous. She asked what amounts of food we give M because she’s worried her kid will show up on Maury. I told her we really don’t pay that close attention – that we give him as much as he wants to eat whenever he is acting hungry. Because honestly? That’s what we do. I also assured her that her little tubby will slim down once she starts walking.

But that isn’t the exciting part of the day. We also went and got a sonogram. We’d been going back and forth on if we should do it or not, and finally ended up going for it. Let’s back up a little.

This may cross the line of too much information. But hey, it’s the internet. That’s what you get on the internet. From the day I got pregnant (not the day I found out – the day I GOT PREGNANT) I’ve been saying this one is a girl. Yes, I knew the day of. Yes, I kept it a secret from most people. Yes, I acted surprised when the test was positive… but I knew. And I’m pretty sure this one is a girl. Anyway, TNB was conceived a month before “planned”. The only reason we had planned on trying the following month is because of this. The Chinese Gender Predictor. You see we want a girl. (Obviously we will be happy with a healthy baby… we’d just prefer a healthy girl this time) When I was pregnant with M, we spent hours on this site. We plugged in age and conception month for 15 different babies…. it was right 14 times. And the 15th??? They “weren’t sure” which month they conceived. So A is convinced the chart is 100% accurate, and therefore TNB was “planned” around a girl month. But like I said…. TNB came early. A boy month. So A is fairly certain it’s another boy.

Or at least he was…. until we walked into a Chinese restaurant Monday night. We were sitting, enjoying our dinner, when the waitress comes up. Now – let me say… for all my complaining about my belly the other day… it’s not THAT big. If you didn’t know me, it’s still in that awkward “pregnant or fat?” stage. But this waitress right away says “oooooh second one on the way?” We smiled and told her yes… and without missing a beat she says “it’s a girl.” and walks away. So now we don’t know who to trust… the Chinese calendar, or a GENUINE Chinese woman who said it’s a girl without hesitation. Without a pause. She knew I was pregnant… and she knows it’s a girl.

Anyway… back to my original story. We had been going back and forth on if we should pay to get a sonogram that would just be gender determination 4 weeks before the “free” (covered by insurance) 20 week sonogram. On Monday after dinner I decided I’d let fate decide… I’d call on Tuesday (for a Wednesday appointment) and if they had space we’d do it, and if they didn’t we’d wait. I called. They didn’t answer. I didn’t leave a message. When A got home last night I told him what I had done (oh – I didn’t mention… I didn’t tell A I was going to do that). His response was… “well call back!” so I did. And they had an appointment. And we went. And?

IT’S A GIRL!

Momma DOES know best! So I’m betting you’re wondering why this post is all blue? It’s because some family and friends knew we were going to do this… and I wanted to make sure they read the entire post instead of just glancing at the color and making assumptions. Because I’m funny like that. I crack myself up sometimes. Side note: that’s also why I rambled a lot in this post about stuff nobody cares about. Because in my own self-centered, I am all-important way… I think that’s funny too that all my friends and family read all that info just to find the one big announcement they were looking for.