We have a house full of females. And then there is John.
Our dog is a girl and so are both our cats. Obviously there is me. And now there is a new baby girl joining our family. She’s estimated to arrive towards the beginning of January. We were so excited to find out on Monday that the baby I’m halfway done cooking is a female. We can’t wait to meet her! We told our parents soon after two lines showed up on the test and waited until 13 weeks to tell other family members and a few close friends. I debated whether or not to even come public about it on the internet but I realized that I would like to document this time in our lives and since I’m already halfway there, I’d better start now. So if you didn’t see my instagram or twitter the other day (they are both private accounts with only a small number of people following), now you know — we’re pregnant and it’s a girl!
***disclaimer — this post might get kind of long since I’m going to back-track for documenting purposes… and if pregnancy-related talk weirds you out, I’d stop reading now. I do promise to never post ultrasound pictures online because that is not my thing — I love our pictures but will only share them privately. ***
As soon as we found out we were pregnant, John and I initially thought the baby would be a girl. John bought a pink elephant toy right away and I found myself using feminine pronouns when referring to the baby. We had no real substantial reason at the time to think girl, but we kind of just assumed we’d have a girl. The first trimester for me was… rough. I did not like it one bit. I only had one “I don’t want to be pregnant anymore” meltdown, but I was pretty miserable every day and was just trying to survive. I knew it couldn’t last forever and I knew it would get better and all the bad symptoms were signs of a healthy, growing child — these things kept me going. Let me interject this here: I know I did not have it as badly as some women; I can’t imagine the sickness some go through and I’m so thankful mine wasn’t worse. One old wive’s tale is that if you get morning sickness (which is all day/night sickness in reality), you will have a girl. This was true for me.
Around week 12 things started looking up. Bouts of nausea only came at night and were few and far between. As I headed into the second trimester, I started to feel completely normal again. There were a few weeks before the flutters but after the sickness that I had no symptoms whatsoever and, even though I was thankful to feel better, I was a little nervous because there was no proof that I was pregnant. We actually bought our own home doppler so every few days we would listen to the heartbeat for a minute and that put my mind at ease. Baby heartbeat is the best sound in the world. Our baby has routinely had a high heartbeat — another old wive’s tale for girl.
Other than the assumptions out of nowhere that we were having a girl, I really had no idea what sex the baby would be. Of the string of old wive’s tales, most pointed toward girl — morning sickness, high heartbeat, craving fruits and hating meats (this is still the case… eating largely vegetarian, with chicken thrown in… I can’t stand any other meat or even my once beloved eggs), etc. But I do not believe the tales because I’ve seen first hand how they are not true and no matter what, you have a 50/50 chance. I started asking those that knew I was pregnant what they thought — the consensus was almost unanimously boy. I think it’s a very “boy” season… or at least one is ending. Since everyone else thought boy I started second-guessing and thought, “okay, my official guess will be boy.” But boy never felt right. I have had dreams of both sexes (something they also tell you can predict) and whenever I dreamt of a boy baby it was a bad dream and I woke up feeling off. When I had dreams of a baby girl, everything went perfectly and I was very calm when I woke up in the morning. Pregnancy dreams are SO vivid, so bad dreams and good dreams are even more extreme than normal. There was also the subject of what to name the baby. John and I have had our girl name set for a long time now, before we were even engaged and, up until ultrasound day, were still unsure of a boy name. We had a prenatal appointment before the ultrasound and the midwife was just laughing at us as we were arguing about boy names during the whole appointment, so we dropped the subject with “hopefully we’ll just have a girl so this doesn’t matter.”
I was so nervous about the anatomy scan that I didn’t sleep the night before. We hadn’t had any ultrasounds at all, I was confident with my dates so we didn’t need a dating scan and we opted out of the NT scan. This was our one shot to see the baby. We’ve heard her many times and I had felt her a few times before the scan but I was still so nervous, hoping everything would be okay. The ultrasound tech we had was the nicest woman and really made our first and only ultrasound for this child special. She was patient and sweet and she got excited when we were excited and she kept saying “you two are just so cute” because we were stoked beyond belief and in complete awe. Thankfully our baby is developing normally, all her organs and bones were there and working properly — we even got to count all her fingers and toes! She was so active. I drank a bit of orange juice before the ultrasound because I heard some sugar would get the baby moving around and that way it would cooperate with the ultrasound so you could see everything. Our girl did just that, there was NO mistaking her nether regions and the ultrasound tech said she was 99.999999999999% sure our baby was a girl – she said she would tell us 100% but she has a rule that no one could be 100% sure until the birth. I’ve seen so many ultrasound pictures before, but getting to see it performed on you and see the baby moving around is so freaking trippy and the best thing in the world. We did not want it to end — we just wanted to watch the ultrasound all day, but alas, we could not. The tech printed some pictures and gave us the rest of the pictures on a CD. We briefly met with the doctor that went over all the measurements of the baby’s organs and bones and she told us that everything looked perfect and she had no concerns at all. The BEST news first time parents can hear. You don’t want to even let your mind wander to the bad what-ifs but once you hear that good news, you are all the more thankful.
John and I were so so so happy the baby was a girl. I didn’t even anticipate feeling as happy as I did. I felt high all day… I couldn’t even eat for a looooong time (which is so rare these days) because I was just too excited. I don’t think I stopped smiling for a whole 24 hours after that. After the ultrasound and sharing the good news that we had a healthy baby girl cooking, we went out for a celebratory lunch (the lunch I couldn’t even eat… had to get it to-go) and went to the baby store to buy a few baby girl things. So yeah — we will be adding a new little lady to our family at the very beginning of 2014. John will continue to be surrounded by women and I don’t think he’d have it any other way. :)