It’s a Boy!
That’s our boy! You can’t see his junk in this particular picture, but I am so in love with his long legs that I had to share this one. I also love that his mouth is open! This kid is pretty much set for life if all he has to do to impress his mother is open his mouth.
We had an ultrasound this morning to achieve two things – to check on the state of my subchorionic hematoma, and to see if we could find out the gender of our child. Both missions were accomplished, I am pleased to say.
First, the SCH. It is still there, I’m afraid. But at this point, the baby is so big that the SCH looks like a tiny little insignificant blob next to him. I haven’t had any red bleeding since week 8, and I haven’t had spotting since week 13. Dr. M declared that the SCH is officially nothing to worry about at this point. It is smaller, but not gone – but the fact that our baby is growing so well shows that the SCH is having no effect on the pregnancy. As a result (drum roll, please) ALL BANS HAVE BEEN LIFTED. Pelvic rest, begone! My husband and I squeezed each other a little tighter when Dr. M told us that. It is a beautiful day.
Then, the gender. I’m not exactly one to bury the lead, am I? That’s right, we are having a boy!! I have flip flopped throughout these past few months, getting “gut feelings” that the baby was a girl, no a boy, no a girl, no a boy, and finally admitting I had absolutely no idea. I had a dream a week or so ago that we had an ultrasound and found out the baby was a boy. My cousin, who claims to have psychic powers, predicted weeks ago that our baby would be a boy. But still, there wasn’t an ounce of certainty in me until we saw his little boy bits on the ultrasound this morning.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure how I would feel if we found out it was a boy. I was originally gunning for a girl, but I came to terms with the idea of a boy a few weeks ago, too. I would love to have a daughter some day, and honestly I don’t know if we’ll ever have another child, thanks to good old infertility (though she is an unpredictable b*tch, isn’t she) so now that dream might be dashed. But when the technician told us it was a boy, I felt the hugest smile spread across my face, and that smile basically hasn’t gone away all day.
More than anything, I love that we can say “he” and “him” and “our son.” No more “it” or “he/she” nonsense. I feel like we can really personify our baby in our minds, he is not just “the baby” anymore. He is our little boy. Our son. I used that word for the first time today and it was the most amazing phrase I have ever uttered in my life – “my son.”
How did I get so lucky?