Yesterday, Friday, was the big U/S day.
I was so excited. It's not my OB's office, but a perinatologist's office where we were sent for the anatomy scan. Both times we've been there, they were running 30 minutes late. Frustrating!
At last it was our turn.
The tech was proficient, nice, talking as she went along.
The best news - the important news - is that all is well. Everything looked just right and baby is measuring 4 days ahead at 20w2d.
She measured the skull, the brain, the long bones (arms and legs). We watched the four chambers of the heart beat in slow motion, colorized, to see the blood flow. We saw the umbilical cord, the placenta, the internal organs. My cervix looks good. The profile was adorable, and the baby really wanted to keep its little hand up by its face. I thought I could see a thumbnail.
And then baby stretched. I want to munch the cheeks!
And on the tech went.
We saw a long foot that I'm sure has been poking me in the side (is it possible?)
When we saw the long umbilical cord coming between the legs and attaching at the belly, I joked that I thought the baby was a boy, and he had a rather long...um...
She interrupted, "Do you want to know the sex?"
"Yes," I said, and before I could blink, we knew.
And I'm happy to report, our son looks beautiful!
Yes, it's a boy! I've been convinced it was a boy, almost from the beginning. And many of you thought he looked like a boy, too.
And...ahem...my husband and I were both impressed with how well endowed our boy looks! There's no mistake that it's a boy! (legs crossed like a pretzel).
He'll be tall. The sperm donor was 6' and the egg donor was 5'8". My DH is only 5'10" and laughed when he said our boy could be 6'4" by the time he's 13, towering over us!
She even turned the machine to 3D/4D for a moment, and we saw him with his hands over his face, making cute baby moves. We were given a long strip of photos and waited while the tech went to show the images to the doc (all was perfect).
For the rest of the day I just kept grinning and saying, "It's a baby boy!" And my husband would say, "It's a baby boy."
So did we want a boy or a girl? We both wanted a healthy baby. That's first and foremost. My DH thought it would be nice to have a girl. He has a friend who has 2 girls and the guy convinced him girls are easier. I think that with a boy, I'll never have to deal with the mother-daughter issues so many of us have struggled with. But we both would have been perfectly delighted with either.
In the end, we are both overjoyed. A health baby boy.
We can't wait to meet you, son.
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