A Mischievous Little BOY!

Yesterday was the big day. Thomas and I arrived at our doctor's appointment eager to find out--are we having a boy or a girl??? But, although our doctor told us at our last appointment we would have the ultrasound this time, she seemed surprised to see us. "We only do ultrasounds on Tuesdays. That is the only day the sonographer is in the office," she informed us. We were crestfallen--after weeks of anticipation, we couldn't fathom waiting one more day to find out the big news. And we had told all our friends and family to expect the big news today.

Seeing our disappointed faces, our doctor agreed to perform an ultrasound herself and let us have a peek at our baby, with the agreement that we would come back again to have their sonographer perform another ultrasound, when she would verify the health of the baby's organs, take official measurements, etc.

"We call it the hamburger or hotdog test," our doctor told us as we all stared intently at the baby's image as it appeared on the screen in front of us. Thomas and I were mesmerized--we could see the spine, the head, the legs of our baby. It was amazing--so much more than the bean sized blob we saw in our last ultrasound. "Well, see that--we are looking at the baby's bottom," our doctor said, pointing at the screen. "And that area is where we look for the hamburger or hotdog. No penis there---it's a girl!"

Needless to say, we were ecstatic. As soon as we left, we called and texted our family to let them know the big news. Last night was full of conversations about "our daughter."

Today, we headed back to the doctor to let the official sonographer have a look. She casually started the ultrasound, pointing out the different limbs and organs of the baby. We were relaxed this time...naively not expecting any surprises. "Well, there it is--it's a boy," the sonographer told us. "See that--there is the scrotum and penis."

"WHAT? Are you kidding? Are you kidding?!" I demanded.
"No," she stated.
"No, seriously, are you kidding?!!" Thomas and I stared at each other incredulously.
"Honey, I don't kid about things like this. You are having a boy," she stated matter of factly.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. We are having a boy!"

We sat there, mouths hanging open, in total shock. It is amazing how used to something you can get in a brief 24 hours! As the sonographer left us in the room alone, Thomas and I stared at each other with silly, disbelieving grins on our face. What just happened? We are having a boy???? We spent the next five minutes basically repeating to each other, "we are having a boy. We are having a BOY!" It was so surreal-- we felt as though we were actors in some sort of comedy film.

We walked out of the exam room and there was our doctor. She hung her head and hid her face behind her hand, abashed at her mistake. Clearly the sonographer had told her the news. "You should have heard me yesterday," she said to the sonographer, "I was bragging about how you trained me to use the ultrasound machine." Well, I guess she needs more training! We all laughed good naturedly and they assured us there would be no more surprises, no possibility of twins or anything crazy like that!

So, Thomas and I have spent the rest of today getting used to the idea of our son, growing so quickly inside me. We are definitely just as excited as we were at the prospect of a girl, although our baby boy promises to be quite a mischievous devil--playing a trick like this on us at such a young age!


Here's mommie and our little guy at 20 weeks.