During that ultrasound I asked lots of questions about our baby's apparent health- "What was the fluid level? How was the bowel? What about the heart, the lungs? And the brain? Do you see any soft markers for anything abnormal?" Everything looked perfect. When the technician asked if we wanted to know the gender, I looked carefully at the screen and determined for myself- boy. All along I had been so certain he was a little she, so I was pretty shocked and speechless for a few hours after that. Later, at home, I started to cry and cry and cry. Kabir stayed home from work and tried to comfort me: "I am a boy," he said, "and we're not so bad! Really!" I chuckled through my sniffles and tried to figure out why I was so sad; Our little guy was healthy after all. . . Then I realized that some deep part of me had been hoping and thinking this was going to be baby Evie again- another chance with her. By seeing he was a boy, I was forced to confront the reality that this is a new and different baby. It's a little hard to face that fact, and it might be hard forever. At the same time, I am overjoyed at the thought of having a son. I think about all the men in my life that I love and admire. I am so honored to be the mother of a little man myself!
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| Peek-a-boo! I am a boy! |
In other news- I do not have gestational diabetes! Woohoo! I failed my 1hr glucose test (barely), but then I passed my 3hr test last week. I was sure I had it because I have been feeling fatigued and my heart rate really spikes when I eat too much sugar. . . but no diabetes. Still, I am eating less carbs and exercising much more just in case.
Loving car-themed gifts from Nona and handmade hat/booties bought by Ita in Chile.
Peas and Carrots hand-me-down from big sister.
Gummy-bear boy, 12 weeks old. A long time ago now!
