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| 35 weeks! |
FB Post Mar 06: This baby just LOVES to surprise us! First: Surprise! You're pregnant! Second: Surprise! I'm a BOY! 35 weeks and four ultrasounds later the doc showed us all our Malcolm's parts to assure us that we'll be welcoming a baby boy in 2-4 weeks. Yup...still in shock.
At 35 weeks we had already had 4 ultrasounds, and at each one the tech assured us that we were having a girl. We were so excited about our little Tali baby, and I was 100% ready for her. All the clothes had been washed and put away, all the bedding was ready, the carseat had been washed, blankets, the whole nine yards. I was really proud of myself because I still had four weeks left and I was ready so I could just relax for the last month.
We had so many ultrasounds because the technician couldn't see the baby's heart very well. Their equipment was a bit older, and they couldn't see all four chambers. They also thought the baby was measuring two weeks big. My doctor, to be on the safe side, sent me to the Perinatologist to check on the heart again, as well as get a more accurate reading on the baby's size. Off we went.
At the ultrasound in the perinatologist, which was located in the hospital itself, we saw the most clear picture of our baby that we had the whole pregnancy. It was fun to see actual hair on our baby's head! During the ultrasound, we were joking with the tech. We were saying that we wanted to check and make sure the baby was "still a girl" and that she didn't have wings or horns or any other sort of mutation. Secretly TR thought that would be cool though. Through the ultrasound, the tech kept looking at one area, then back to measuring, and back to that same area, then back to measuring something different. Finally, after she got all her measurements, she went back to this same area she had been checking out before. In a very shaky voice she said "Um...I know we were joking about this before..." TR's first thought was that the baby actually did have horns! She then finished with "But I'm pretty sure you are having a boy!" We just laughed. What else were we supposed to do? She then pointed out what she had been looking at, and printed us a picture of our little boy's parts and assured us that she wouldn't have said anything if she wasn't sure. She then left to let the perinatologist know that we were ready for her.
While we were waiting, we discussed what we were going to do if it actually was a boy, and we just ended up laughing until we cried. Not sad tears, just surprised tears. Lucky for us, we already had a name picked out for both a boy and a girl, so we didn't have to worry about that at all. When the perinatologist came in she was talking all about out little boy. He's measuring this, he's looking good, he's due when? I don't think she realized that we had literally JUST found out it was a boy. TR asked her to double check the boy thing, just to be sure. This time she got an angle that there was no mistaking it. There was a little penis, testicles, and a scrotum. With a laugh, she declared "Last I checked my anatomy book, girls don't have those!"
Once we got done with the ultrasound and chatting with the perinatologist, we took our shaky, giggly selves out into the hall, clutching our "It's a boy!" pictures, and called our family. They all thought it was a big practical joke and we were going to be calling them back later on and telling them that we were kidding. My mom couldn't get over it. She thought it was a joke for days. Tim and Misty thought it was hilarious. And here I was, 4 weeks to go until we met our little boy, with no boy clothes, no boy blankets, nothing boy. What an adventure!
