It’s a Boy!

Yes, my friends, Gelato is a 15-ounce, active, “textbook” baby BOY. He is measuring right at 21 weeks, which is, by the way, how far along I am today. He is a mover and a shaker!

We went to our ultrasound appointment early this morning. It was in a different office than our regular OB/GYN visits. I thought this was strange since our regular office has an ultrasound machine. But apparently the ultrasound tech is someone they have used forever, and she lives an hour and a half away, so she drives down only on Thursdays, and only goes to that particular office location. Weird. I know I don’t exactly live in a thriving metropolis, but our city is large enough that one would think another ultrasound technician might possibly be available. Oh, well.

When we arrived at the office, I had two thoughts: 1. Um, this place is like, a hundred years old. And not in a good way. In a really, really gross way. Like, couldn’t they at least wash the bricks? and, 2. Why are there two nurses standing right outside the front door smoking? Don’t they know they work in an OB office? If one of those two nurses ends up being my ultrasound tech, I will be livid.

Fortunately, the chimneys moved away from the door when we pulled up. And when we got inside the scary decrepit building, we found it had been remodeled inside (at least in the waiting area- the back hallways left much to be desired). And the ultrasound technician didn’t smell or sound like a smoker. So we were good to go.

I laid back on the table and she squirted about half a bottle of really cold jelly on my belly. She mentioned that the cleaning staff always turns off her warmers, which is why the jelly was so cold for me. I just likened it to cold lotion and wasn’t too concerned about it. I mean, really, it could have been warmer, but I was just relishing in the fact that I wasn’t breathing secondhand smoke during the whole appointment. She could have pulled the jelly out of the freezer for all I cared.

When she switched on the screen, the first thing we saw was a nice, strong heart beating. It’s so cool to watch your baby’s heart beat in an ultrasound- you can see all four chambers. It actually looks like the inside of a bread machine while it’s in the “knead” cycle. At least that’s what I think. We saw a lot of his heart, his stomach, etc. The technician did a lot of measurements. All his measurements are exactly 21 weeks gestation, so we’re pretty much spot-on with our original due date. I was actually kind of hoping for him to be a bit bigger since I feel bigger and look bigger this time. To no avail.

The ultrasound tech kept getting so excited because Gelato was giving her such great poses. She kept saying over and over, “These are textbook images! These are perfect shots!” I was  thrilled to hear that not only were the images perfect, but the heart rate (145 bpm), amniotic fluid levels, and measurements were perfect, or “textbook,” as well.

And then we got the money shot.

There's no mistaking this one, folks.

Yup. Even if we went with our original plans and tried not to find out the gender, there would be no way we’d have walked out of that room without knowing that this kid is a boy. He flashed us so many times during the appointment. Funny thing is, he would not turn his head so we could see his face. We got a lot of good profiles of his face, and I was able to see his little sinus cavities and trachea and all that jazz. We even got to see him sticking out his tongue and opening his mouth like he was belting out Adele’s latest hits. But he just would not look at us straight on. C’est la vie.

Along with the help of actually seeing what I’m feeling, I realized that I haven’t been feeling Gelato’s kicks. I have been feeling his punches. He was even bending his arm like he was flexing it for us (and that kid already has some MEAT on his arms- I think he’s going to end up being even bigger than his sister)! I guess we’d better invest in a good punching bag and some boxing gloves now. And maybe a kangaroo. (If you don’t get that reference, you’re too young. After all, I’m barely old enough to get that reference.)

Jonathan is, of course, thrilled. He was really hoping for a boy. I was pretty sure Gelato was a boy from the very beginning. I just knew. My dad wasn’t surprised at all. He said, “I know it’s a boy. That’s what I’ve been telling you guys all along. But no one listens to me!” And Auntie Jenn (aka Nay-Nay) said, “!!!!!!!!!” and then “I’m an uncle!” 😉

We bought Hula Girl a stuffed blue dog on our way home this morning. She is now permanently attached to her doggie toy, referring to it as “Brother Doggie.” I am 100% positive she has no clue what we’re talking about when we say, “It’s a boy!” and “You’re going to have a brother!” She’s like, “Whatever, Mommy, I have a Brother Doggie, and he’s coming everywhere with me.”

We are excited to continue down this road of parenting. But now I’m kind of freaking out. I mean, I know how to raise a girl now. But a boy!? What am I going to do with a boy!?! It scares me to think on it too long right now. So in the meantime, I will just focus on the things we have to get accomplished before meeting this new little boy:

  • go through all of Hula Girl’s old clothes and decide which ones I can part with and which ones will be made into a quilt for her me
  • wash, sun, and sell all of Hula Girl’s old clothes that I can part with
  • de-stink and sell all of Hula Girl’s old cloth diapers 
  • clean out the office/craft room
  • yard sale (yes, this is a verb) like mad all summer long looking for great deals on baby boy stuff
  • choose a new type of cloth diapers that won’t hold the stink so much and buy them
  • decide on a nursery theme
  • find a crib and dresser/changing table that we like
  • thoroughly clean my house, especially our bedroom, the kitchen, the bathrooms, and the nursery
  • make some freezer meals

I think that’s a short enough but detailed enough list to keep me going for a while. I plan to accomplish everything by the middle of July. That way when Gelato comes along, everything will be prepared for his arrival.

As an aside, I am getting REALLY excited to spend some nice relaxing quiet time with this little boy while nursing him. Nursing is 100% my most favorite activity to do with my baby. I’m so excited to rock him and hold his squishy little warm snuggly body in my arms. Yay!

3 Comments

  1. Kristy said,

    March 22, 2012 at 6:40 pm

    I wish I still had our baby boy stuff! I’m afraid I got rid of the last of it a year or so ago. Loooooooooooved having freezer meals before Nick was born!

  2. March 26, 2012 at 2:49 pm

    Aw, Kristy, you’re so sweet. Fortunately we have a good friend who is having a baby girl in June, and whose son is just a month younger than Hula Girl… so we’re just going to switch clothes! We’ll be able to save a ton of money that way. Plus, the grandparents do a lot to help out and they’re REALLY into yard sales, too! 🙂 We’ll be all covered!

    My best friend has been wanting to do a baby shower for me since she didn’t get to do Hula Girl’s shower (she was volunteering with the Peace Corps in Africa at the time), but I have requested that people give us freezer meals in lieu of baby gifts. I have actually gone further than requesting- I have begged. We all know how awesome my cooking skills are when I’m NOT juggling a toddler and a newborn. Please, best friend, make the freezer meals a reality!

    • kristypowers said,

      March 26, 2012 at 4:03 pm

      Well, how cool is that clothing swap? That’s great and I hope you get tons of freezer meals. 🙂


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