Well, it’s official now. Really official. I’m pregnant. NO WAY you say. Yes way. At 42 I’m having my 3rd baby. 18 weeks along now. I’ve actually known for a while but hadn’t really announced it here because I really wanted to find out what gender this bundle of surprise was.
According to my doctor, I’m having a boy. Oddly enough, my 2 boys, currently living outside of the womb, cried when I told them – and not tears of joy, either. Maybe they just want someone to torment, I don’t know – you know, with bugs and snakes and stuff. Anyway, go figure, they wanted a baby sister. BAD.
Everyone thought I was having a girl. E.V.E.R.Y.O.N.E. Well, except one of my sisters, who just confessed this to me today, conveniently. I just knew it was a girl, too. I knew both of my boys were boys and just knew this one was a girl. It’s hard not to be a little let down because my mind was so made up no matter how much I fought it! I’m certainly over it now because I truly have the best boys a mom could ask for – sweet, sensitive, mamma-lovin, boys. One more will be a treat!
I must say, though, I don’t see it. Really. Ultrasound images aren’t exactly portraits, mind you, but supposedly they show what needs to be shown. But honestly, based on this image, looks like a girl to me. Seriously, I’m not just saying that out of some subconscious, secret desire. I don’t see the, um, important boy part (penis). I see a line and what ‘might’ be the peanuts but but but… The doc swears he saw it, though. But I need MORE – I want it to glare at me! See, what if I decorate a boy room, buy all the boy clothes, get all settled on a boy and have a girl? Man, I can’t tell you what that would do with my borderline OCD brain – seriously it would fry it. I’d go comotose right there on the delivery table.
So, what do you think? Here is the pic, folks. The one that tells all but yet tells nothing. Good grief why am I such a planner??