What a Life!

Wednesday morning, the day of our ultrasound, Steve asked Ben if he thought he would have a little brother or little sister. Ben answered, Little brother, as his answer is most of the time (but not always).

Then Steve asked Joey if he was going to have a little brother or a little sister. Joey’s answer? “No!”

So Steve asked again. “Joey, do you think the baby in Mommy’s tummy is a little brother or a little sister?”

Joey walked over to me, lifted up my shirt, examined my belly, and concluded, “No! Mommy!”

Our dentist (who has three boys) has told us more than once that once you have two of one sex, the odds of the next one being the other sex are less than 50/50. And it may be true.

Steve and I had both resigned ourselves to the fate of having three boys. We both wanted a girl, but we didn’t want to be disappointed, and the odds seemed to be stacked against us. Still, there was a chance….

The ultrasound tech started at baby’s head and told us she does everything in order (for which I don’t blame her with the list of things she has to document). The looked at the brain, then examined the spine and made sure everything was there. When she got down to the tailbone, I wondered if maybe she’d snatch the opportunity to take a peek and see if baby was a boy or girl.

I had been looking at ultrasound pictures of boys and girls online that morning, but I was by no means and expert. Baby’s head was down and the legs were pulled up, so we had a very good view. I saw the three lines and wondered if it was a girl, but I thought the tech would move the ultrasound down a little and the little boy parts would come into view.

But the tech said, “It looks like we have a girl.” She moved the ultrasound around a little, and it was definitely a girl. I don’t think you could be more sure on an ultrasound.

And I must confess, I’m in shock. I so cannot wrap my mind around this. Steve and I are having a little girl. Oh my!