I love the romanticism of waiting until a baby is born to learn its gender. I am just way too impatient.
Instead I pay to get an ultrasound as soon as humanly possible to find out.
I just kind of love getting a little glimpse at our baby, and see how they are doing. And I love just getting to know them a little bit better while they are growing in my belly. After all the months of vomiting, it just makes the actual baby part of the whole thing a little more real.
So, on the way to the ultrasound we asked Avery if she was going to have a baby brother or sister.
"A baby gril!"
We are not entirely sure she really understands the concept of "there is a baby in mommy's tummy" but when questioned boy or girl, she has never wavered.
I think that every other person who had an opinion on the matter thought we were having a boy.
The gender couldn't matter less to me. I know that is the thing you are supposed to say...but its true. I love knowing that additional little thing about who my baby will be, but boy or girl just doesn't matter to me. Trav will never give any indication as to his feeling or opinion on matters like these. He's 2 for 2 though on guessing correctly.
At any rate, when the ultrasound wand worked its magic, and the sweet girl wielding it asked if we were ready to find out the gender, I blurted out,
"Its a boy"
before she could tell us. It was that obvious. I could see it with my own eyes.
Trav had already snapped a shot of the screen and was emailing the news.
Avery was as cute as can be during the whole thing. She stood by my head and chatted the whole time parroting everything the ultrasound girl said,
"Oh, he's kicking his legs! Come back baby! Oh I see his little face! She looking at you belly mommy?"
She didn't seem too disappointed about the news of a brother.
We were over the moon.
And then on the way home, I asked her if she was excited about having a baby brother.
"No THANK you," she said.
" I WANT. A BABY. GRIL!"
We are sure excited to meet our baby boy.
And Avery seems to have come around too.