I want to preface this post by saying I had absolutely no
preference on a boy or girl going into our appointment. Not because I "just want a healthy baby." I do want a
healthy baby, of course, but I don't think the sex and the health are
really at all related, and certainly not mutually exclusive. Rather, I
didn't have a preference because it took us a long time to get to here,
to this pregnant point. And when you're dealing with the waiting game, I think all you really want is a baby. Whether that baby
was a boy or a girl didn't really matter at all.
Now, getting to the good part. I was sixteen weeks when we went in
for our ultrasound on Friday. I knew that was on the early side to be finding out,
so I had worked hard at not getting my hopes up that they'd be able to
tell us. Really, I was just excited to get to watch our sweet baby on
the screen for an hour.
Anyway, when I finally got pregnant, I didn't really have a feeling
one way or the other. Until week 7. When I woke up clear as day feeling
like this baby was a girl. Try as I might to remain neutral, I could
only picture the baby being a girl. When Hugh was stressed about our boy
name options, because you know we've been discussing names since 2005, I
couldn't even get worked up about it.
So, there we are at the ultrasound. I think girl. Hugh thinks boy.
My Mom thinks boy. Every single one of our friends thinks girl. And then two minutes into our ultrasound, the tech proclaimed, it's a...
GIRL!
I thought it was a girl and I was still shocked. I sat straight up on the table and shouted, "Are you serious?!" She was. And then there were lots of happy tears and hugging and hand-squeezing from these elated parents.
Really, it's so fun just to know. And it doesn't hurt that we think she's just the cutest thing we ever saw:
Sweetest little profile.
I, for one, cannot even handle those little crossed legs.
So, there you have it. A healthy, perfect White Hot baby girl. And if you thought I was counting down to April 26th before...
Post Script: I'm back into my regular life, cooking and working and maintaining this little house and staying awake for more than three hours at a time, so stay tuned for some non-baby related posts. And, let's be honest, probably some more baby-related posts too. Happy Monday, frinternets.
