Last Thursday was a big day!
We went as a family to find out what our new baby’s gender is and we all went with our own expectations of what we thought it might be, with the hopes that it was all healthy and well above all.
We brought Coen along and while it wasn’t his best show, he did pretty well. He’s at that age where he just doesn’t want to be held that much and would rather be on the ground exploring. But as you can probably guess, he always wants down when he really can’t get down. Could you imagine a child “exploring” in a dr.’s office floor? Gross! So at one point or another, he was pissed about being held and let us know. That’s what happens. He’s a baby.
Side note: While everyone at the OB/GYN dr.’s office is there to make sure healthy babies exist and grow well in womb, I have found where not all of them are as excited about a living breathing baby,
outside of the womb. It’s both frustrating and interesting. I think the negative reaction is based on age, people who are parents or grandparents at all and those that just are impatient. It’s one of those things I’ve observed and while I love having Coen there, we don’t really have another choice when it comes to having him not be there. We live in the same town as my dr. and we cannot ask someone to watch him for a 30 minute appointment, nor can we really take him to the sitter and be back for the appointment because that
would be about 1 hour in the car. Anyway, just interesting.
So, we’re at the dr. Usually the wait is long and painful, but this time we barely sat down and started talking and it was time to go! We were 20 minutes early, too! Wild, but we were not going to complain.
He gets started and asks if we’d like to find out the gender, if possible. Of course, we say yes! I mean, I wanted to say no but I was just so excited about knowing. After about 20 minutes of scanning, Coen ate breakfast and was starting to melt down, he said again, “Oh, you wanted to know the gender!” Within seconds, he then stated that our new baby was “lacking external genitals”… meaning that we are expecting a little baby girl!
I have to be honest and tell you that I wasn’t disappointed, at all. I was more in shock that it was a girl than
the fact that it wasn’t a boy! (And my mind immediately went to Target to all of the darling things I was going to start buying.) I just thought that having two boys close together would be so sweet because they could be best pals, but honestly, no matter then gender, it was going to be great. I think I also thought
boy, because that’s all I know and what we’ve been raising for the last 9 ½ months. My husband was really pulling for a girl, although he didn’t have a feeling either way.
So with that, we called all of our family and a few close friends to announce that Coen was going to have a baby sister and everyone was thrilled! I mean, babies make everyone giddy anyway, but this time it was special because it was a different gender than before. “The perfect family” as some were saying. I don’t know about all of that, but know that we’re not calling it quits with 2 kids… there are still more to come. We hope.
There you have it! We’re having a little girl!
Bring on the rompers, dresses and ruffles!