Pregnant again

“Everyone take one more guess,” Thunderpants said. “Boy or girl?“

We all guessed “boy,” including our daughter.

The first time I was pregnant, more than a decade ago, I wanted my baby’s gender to be a surprise. I didn’t want to carry around any preconceived notions about having a boy vs. a girl. And I wanted to be surprised when I gave birth. It was amazing how many people asked me, “Are you having a boy or a girl?” — and seemed shocked that I didn’t want to know.

Looking back, I can’t believe that I had the patience to wait. This time around, I wanted to know. We all did.

But we did not want to find out in the middle the 19-week ultrasound appointment. When we walked into the dark room, we gave a card to the technician, with two boxes on the front for “boy” or “girl,” and a spot for her to mark one. We asked her to seal the card in an envelope after she checked the box.

I was fluttery with anticipation as the technician showed us the baby’s heart, spine, limbs, fingers, and toes. The baby was moving a lot, making it hard to get some clear photos.

“This is a wild child,” she said. When it was time for her to look at the gender, she asked us to turn our heads away from the screen. We obeyed.

Forty five minutes later, we rushed out of there. The plan was to open the envelope at our favorite frozen yogurt place. We all ordered “minis” with toppings and sat down on an empty bench.

When our daughter opened the envelope, she burst into the biggest smile.

“I have to call my friends!” she jumped up, leaving the card on the bench.

Thunderpants and I looked down at the same time. “A girl?” We both looked at the card again.

His eyes welled up with happy tears. So did mine. A girl. A daughter. A baby sister.

We’re so excited to meet this little soul:

19 week baby bump with my sister’s hand

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