April 10, 2008
Ok, so...the truth is we just. don't. know. We really and truly don't, and my confidence in my own guess yesterday is pretty much non-existent right now, and hey! Guess what! We go back in eight weeks for another ultrasound. We will...hold off on all the shopping until then. Yes.
I wasn't letting the guessing game continue to mean, honest -- in fact I wish I had time to update yesterday and throw up my hands and admit that hell, you could ALL BE RIGHT at this point, especially when some of the comments starting getting a tad...graphic with the descriptions of my poor child's bizness, oh my heavens to betsy ross, and then I felt bad because everybody thought I was holding back on Some Definitive Answer and...
...uh. We don't know what it is. At all.
I am sad that I am still calling it an it, because for a couple hours yesterday it was a he, my new baby boy, my second son, oh my goodness I am going to have a house chock full of boys. And while I did feel this tiny twinge of "oh, wow, so no daughter for me," within five minutes I was at a WHOOP WHOOP level of excitement because in case you haven't noticed, BOYS ARE SO TOTALLY THE AWESOME.
The thing is, though, that we really don't know, because the ultrasound was far from conclusive, even live and in-person. We saw something... protuberance-like. Ish. Since I've had in my head for weeks now that I'm having a boy, I immediately identified it as boy parts. My doctor said that would be his guess too, but admitted that at 12 weeks and change, everybody really looks kind of the same down there.
And indeed, once I came home and started really staring at the pictures, the protuberance started to look not quite as...obvious as I once thought it was, and then Google entered into it and oh hell, this is 100% totally inconclusive, no matter how much squinting and head-cocking I do.
I learned, by the way, that baby girls do indeed have a fairly pronounced protuberance of their own at this age, and that first-trimester gender prediction is all about something called "the angle of the dangle." Seriously.
Apparently, the best way to guess at the sex is using a profile view of the bits (as opposed to the full-on crotch shot that we have) and...assess the angle of the...nubby things. Okay then! So the fact that I clearly saw nubby things means nothing. Fine.
I really didn't see the three lines so many of you picked up in the first photo -- and my doctor thought there was a chance we were getting some umbilical cord interference on that one, and was basing his guess more on the second photo. But to me, that one suggests nothing more than your typical first-trimester not-quite-yet-developed bits-of-androgyny.
(OH MY GOD WHEN IS SHE GOING TO STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS?)
(POOR FREAKING KID. IS TOTALLY GOING TO SPEND HIS/HER ADOLESCENCE POSTING ANGRY RANTS ABOUT HIS/HER MOTHER ON YOUSPACEMYTUBEBOOK.COM.)
(LEAVE MY GENITALS ALOOOOOOONE! I AM A HUMAN BEING! I HATE YOU!)
So. That's...probably way more words about this subject than were really necessary. I have (obviously) decided to skip the whole surprise thing about the sex of this baby, mostly because it felt really, REALLY great to know yesterday, however temporary and possibly wrong it was. (And honestly, if it's a boy I will so totally NOT be surprised at all, no matter how long we wait, and at this point a girl would shock the living daylights out of me at 20 weeks just as much as it would at 40.)
The important thing, blah blah blah, of course, is that the baby 1) is present and accounted for, 2) developing appropriately, 3) passed the nuchal translucency scan with flying colors. I could not possibly be happier or more excited right now, no matter what is ultimately going on between the legs. Who cares! It's a BABY. Which is kind of the WHOLE POINT.
PS Jason still thinks it's a girl. I think we need to put some money or diamond pendants on this. Just to make it interesting.