I know, I know, I’ve been lax on blogging. I apologize. It took me awhile to get back into the groove after my little vacation. And then of course, what to write about. So I’ll give a short recap of my trip and then see where my mind wanders.
I went out east (NJ, PA) to visit family, for my cousin was due to have a baby about a week before my arrival. She had just her baby two days before I got there. Throughout the week, I read two books, slept a ton, caught up with my family, played with my other little cousin, and loved on that newborn baby. It was perfect. And it really put into perspective the fact that soon, I’d have a child of my own.
The Husband and I have nicknamed our baby Squirmy. This is because during our first prenatal visit (about three months ago), baby would not stay in one spot for the Doppler to pick up his/her heartbeat. You could hear baby moving (kind of a swoosh sound) until finally we heard the steady choo-choo-choo of the heartbeat. In the last couple of weeks, I’ve been able to feel Squirmy move more and more, further solidifying the nickname. Although The Husband insists on calling Squirmy “he/him”, having a nickname for the baby has helped me maintain neutrality (is that a word? spell check says….Yes!). As much as it may surprise, I have no innate feeling about the sex of this baby.
The ultrasound is tomorrow and we have a decision to make. Do we want to know the sex? I’ve heard arguments for both finding out and for waiting, some more persuasive than others. And we have no idea what we want to do. We go back and forth.
My aunt asked me Sunday, “What do you want it to be?” While I understand the curiosity of this question, it took me aback and I’ll admit I was slightly offended. What do you mean by that? It really made me stop and think. What if I did have a preference? Would I love my baby any less if it was the opposite? Unless I know for sure, why expect one sex over the other? There’s no need to set myself up for potential disconnect from my child. Needless to say, it was a good 30 seconds before I answered her. Boy or Girl, I just want the usual: ten fingers, ten toes, everything where it’s supposed to be; a healthy baby. Isn’t that what every parent wants?
Stay tuned for the conclusion of “Squirmy: Boy or Girl?” Or “Squirmy: You’ll Just Have to Wait Like the Rest of Us”. Either way, I’ll put up a picture from the ultrasound.