It was standing room only in the Ultrasound room in my OB/GYN’s office. Chad, Malachi, Mason, my Mom and my brother were all patiently waiting for the UltraSound Technician to enter the tiny room. I impatiently sat on the edge of the medical examination table with a full bladder that my unborn child was using as a trampoline to practice his or her acrobatics. Today was the day we were going to find out if I am having a girl, after all it was what I was promised.
A few years before, while Chad and I were dating we began a conversation about children. Neither one of us thought we would have another child after both of our first marriages ended, yet neither one of us was willing to eliminate the possibility of having another. During the conversation Chad enlightened me with the fact that he only manufactured girls, so if we were to have a child it would be a girl. Laughing out loud I responded to his absurd comment ,” well if you guarantee that I am going to have a girl then I am in.”
I wanted a girl, I believe most of us moms do. I wanted to shop down the pink aisle and play with Barbies. I wanted to choose the perfect dress from the large selection of them at Christmas and Easter rather than from the few boys suits hanging on the single rack in the corner. I wanted to have girl nights, watch chick flicks and giggle while eating chocolate cookies that we concocted from scratch.
The Ultrasound Technician entered the room, I felt as though I was going to burst. The cold gel which should really be warmed up was placed on my stomach and she began her baby examination. Head size, beating heart, length etc.. When she was finished she asked, “Would you like to know what the sex of your baby is?” The entire room filled with a big “Yes!” After much wiggling around and trying to manipulate our baby to show off his or her parts she had an answer, “It’s a Girl.” “A girl yippee!,” I shouted with much happiness. In almost unison my family told the technician to get me a tissue while I simultaneously cried “just like you promised.” My dream came true, I was having a girl and just like what any other mom wants to do after she finds out the sex of her baby – I wanted to do one thing, pee.
Until next time – a latte of blessings & sparkles,