***First, thank you ALL for the wonderful comments on the reveal of Sprout’s sex! They were all so sweet and Tim and I loved reading them! It is really nice to have you all join us on our little Sprout journey. And by the way, yes, NYSoonerGirl, the ultrasound tech did absolutely said “fetal porn.”***
You know those women who are all, “OMG. MY. LIFE. IS. RUINED.” when they finally find out they’re *not* having the gender they thought they were?
Well, that’s not where I’m going, here. Not exactly, anyway.
From the very beginning, Tim was
mostly pretty much convinced we were having a girl. It seemed to be the pattern in our families and why wouldn’t we just follow suit? His sister is the first born…I’m the first born in my family…my mom’s mom had a girl first…and on down the line.
So, obviously, we should be having a girl, right?
We took all of the old wives tale gender predictors before we had our “big” ultrasound to give us visual proof – from the Chinese gender calendar to various quizzes and anything else we could possibly find.
They all said we’d be bringing a little girl into the world. The Chinese apparently swear by this gender calendar thing….”used for thousands of years…accurate…blah blah blah…” (and I’m not trying to be offensive to the Chinese. Just FYI. And just to show some goodwill, this is where I’d typically say something in Mandarin but I have no idea how to make those special characters and I’m also pretty sure I’d mix up the symbols and end up saying something extremely derogatory. But that thought was there, is all I’m saying).
The only “predictor” that was right was the poll on my blog. YOU all guessed that the Sprout was a boy.
I definitely should have listened…to you.
Anyhow, Tim and I obviously didn’t follow any kind of chart or family history or whatever plan (that we never really had). We’ve got a boy, without the shadow of a doubt, currently growing and tumbling around inside of me.
Are we disappointed?
Slightly shocked is the more appropriate word. I was trying *not* to think of the baby as one sex or the other…though it was hard not to get caught up in all of the cute girly things and pink and frills and rainbows. Early on in my pregnancy, I had two separate dreams about our little Sprout. In both dreams, the Sprout was a boy.
I didn’t really make the connection, this being my first time and all. I just thought, “Oh, baby dream. It must be because I’m preggo.”
However, whenever we talked about the Sprout *probably* being a girl, I never felt completely convinced on the inside that it was, you know, actually a girl. Part of me was like, “Might want to think about that one again because the she in your head definitely looks more like a he on the inside.”
Mistake on my part: I never told Tim my reservations. We just kept on with they girl thoughts.
That is, until the ultrasound tech was all, “There’s the scrotum and penis! It’s a little boy!”
I’m pretty sure the first thing out of Tim’s mouth, after he picked his jaw up off the floor, was, “Wow. Just…wow. We were definitely wrong.”
From the start, Tim said that he didn’t really care if it was a boy or a girl, just that the baby was healthy. Except, when you start thinking of the baby as one sex for almost 20 weeks and then you find out that it is actually the complete opposite?
Kind of throws you off balance.
Not in a bad way. More like “Sprout…well…how do we say…sprouted down there.”
Instead of pink and ribbons it is trucks and bandaids. It’s Tim having to be the male role model in a way he wasn’t really considering. It’s a totally different way of thinking with a boy than it is with a girl.
Completely. And. Totally. Different.
If I am honest with myself and with everyone else, in my own little idea of a family, that I came up with who knows how many years ago, my perfect plan was two children, the boy first and then a little girl. I always thought it would be nice for the girl to have an older brother to look after her.
Technically, this little boy Sprout is falling perfectly into my plan. The only hiccup with this plan is that I let myself believe (a little) that the Sprout was a girl, so now I’m having to adjust my thinking.
I almost feel guilty for even thinking this way. Yet, I figure I may as well be honest and put it out there to help myself get over it and move forward with the rough and tumble.
I hear that you lose weight faster with boys.
I’m totally on board with that.