Hi. How was everyone’s holiday? Mine was good. I hosted. The turkey turned out okay, and could’ve been better, but was more than just edible. I think next year we’ll either buy separate turkey parts, or attempt to FRY! THE TURKEY! Everyone raved about the stuffing/dressing, including the non-stuffing eaters, so I consider that a major win. The chocolate pie was devoured within 24 hrs (thanks Vance!) and I accidentally left the pumpkin pie out over night and it spoiled before I got to eat my fair share of it (all of it.) The best part? EVERYBODY LEFT WITHIN 3 HOURS OF EATING. That was just plain awesome. We didn’t go shopping on Black Friday, but we did enjoy reading stories of pregnant women punching impatient deal-seekers in the face for ramming carts into their protruding bellies. Ba-fucking-zing.
I had originally started writing this elaborate post about how idyllic my vision of Thanksgiving at my house is, and how the reality of the actual day begins to haunt me in the days leading up it, and how it always turns out better than I expect, and how I love my family and the holidays, and blah blah blah. I didn’t finish it because it seemed somewhat anti-climactic against the news we were dealt yesterday.
Yes, dealt. Kind of like a blow. To the baby-maker.
We had our big 20-week ultrasound to determine the anatomical correctness of our new addition. I was a nervous wreck pretty much the entire day and night before. I wanted to know what we were having! You know, with my first unexpected pregnancy, I didn’t have any specific requirements or desires, because it was a baby! I’ve never really even held one of those before! And we get to see it! But this time, we mistakenly walked into this experience with expectations and standards, and that, my friends, is the stupidest thing you can do.
Here’s what we knew: based on our 12-week “ultrascreen,” the baby has 2 arms, 2 legs, 10 fingers and toes, and a complete head, a 1 in 430 chance of having down syndrome and a 1 in 10,000 chance of having some other chromosomal or neural tube defect. So, as far as anyone could tell, a healthy baby that moves and kicks mommy in the bladder.
What we were expecting: a still healthy baby who would look good in pink.
What we got: A still healthy baby with 2 kidneys, no obvious heart defects, and a penis.
Yeah, not a girl. We really, really, wanted a girl. We were stupid enough to convince ourselves that there is no way it couldn’t be a girl! Right? It’s a girl. It has to be, or else we…I don’t know what we’ll do, but it just can’t NOT be a girl.
So when the tech dug around a found the baby’s parts and said “those are boy parts, it’s pretty clear, as you can see” the room got really quiet. I don’t know what she expects or usually sees, but I would find it odd to get NO reaction from a family upon hearing the gender of the unborn child, which they requested. I want to believe that maybe she thought we were just weren’t surprised, or just fascinated by the movements of the blood leaving the heart.
And there is no doubt that we are having a boy, because I had 3 ultrasounds that day. 3 ultrasounds: the anatomy scan, one to look at my bladder at the OB’s office, and another to look at my bladder at a urologist’s office. At the urologists’s office, the nurse was REALLY EXCITED to get to scan a pregnant chick, so she really wanted to see that baby. She instantly spotted his parts. I have to admit, her excitement made it a little easier to be okay with the situation.
So, there were tears. Lots of them. There was guilt, because we were crying over the news that were again blessed with a healthy baby boy. The guilt made the depression and sadness worse. Vance tried to tell me that it’s okay to be disappointed, and I shouldn’t be ashamed, but maybe he didn’t get it. I wasn’t just disappointed, at that moment I was devastated.
This is what the internet calls “gender disappointment.” There are websites, articles, and forums dedicated to the subject. Sometimes, it can be “extreme,” and some parents even consider adoption and abortion. I’m not extreme; just a control freak who has a really hard time accepting things I can’t change or have a say in.
I’m better now. I’m getting more used to the idea of having 2 boys. Deven is going to have a playmate of the same gender to run around with and be best friends with, and that’s a pretty awesome bonus. At first I hated the idea of having to find crib bedding for another boy, because I hadn’t liked a single thing I had seen for boys. I looked around again yesterday, and found cute green and brown blankets and sheets with monkeys. I have found that I hate blue stuff, but can certainly live with neutral colors and themes. I’ve always been like that, though. I hate overly-boyish stuff with cars and footballs and dinosaurs as much as overly-girly ruffly things that resemble cotton candy. I can live with green and brown jungle animals.
And it’s not like I’m going to have a pair of obnoxious football-obsessed goons. We are not capable of that, seeing as Vance doesn’t really like football that much, or any sports for that matter. We are geeks, and we’re probably going to end up raising geeks. Video game-obsessed, Star-Trek loving, action-figure collecting, Stephen Hawking-reading geeks. It’s already started; Deven loves Firefly and Rush. It’s all we know around here!
I wish I could post the pictures, but all we have at the moment is video. We even got a couple of 3d/4d shots of his face. This early, I have to say 4d is kind of useless. All babies look the same at this stage, so I wouldn’t waste my money on 4d scans until at least 35 weeks. The regular 2d shots were really good. Like I said, I wish I could post the pictures and put them next to the one’s from Deven’s 20 week scan. You can see how different they look already. Yes, I know I just said all babies look alike on the 3d, but on the 2d we could see his features and make comparisons. This baby has a different chin, and eyebrows, and totally has Vance’s mouth.
The best and biggest surprise you get the day the baby is born is seeing what the baby looks like.
So there you go. When I get the scanner hooked up, I will post the pictures from the scan.
This little guy is due to make his entrance on April 13, 2011. His name is Archer Kain. If you think that’s bad, we came very close to calling baby #2 Goody Gee Goodwin.