No, really…I’m serious this time!
Mike and I are having a daughter.
Wow, this is the first time I’ve actually typed the word “daughter” and it’s a little surreal. Earlier this week, we went in for our Level 2 Ultrasound knowing that we wanted to find out the gender if possible. During the days leading up to the appointment, I’d been on the fence about finding out but the look on Mike’s face made it clear that he was dying to know and I couldn’t imagine withholding that pleasure from him any longer than necessary.
The technician started the scan showing us the baby’s brain, the chambers of her heart, and her cute little feet while we sat holding in hands and staring in awe at the screen. After a little while, she said, “Okay, I feel confident that I can determine the gender from what I’m seeing.” and we each took a deep breath and whispered, “Okay.” She then went on to point on the baby’s cute little butt cheeks which I would’ve really enjoyed seeing except for the fact that we were now on pins and needles. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she smiled and said, “It looks to me like you’re having a little girl.”
A few minutes later she left us alone and Mike just looked at me with an ear to ear grin and said, “We’re going to have a daughter. Can you believe it?”
And then I started crying.
I have no idea why my visceral reaction was to break into tears but there I was, laying on the table with my shirt up around my rib cage, crying. If I’m totally honest with myself I’ll admit that while I really, truly, was not hoping for one sex more than another, I did, in my gut, believe we were having a boy. I don’t know why but every time I pictured my child running around, it was a little boy sporting boy clothing and looking like a miniature version of his dad.
The news shocked me to say the least. But it was a shock in the most wonderful of ways. We immediately began imagining our future with a girl. I’m not going to lie, some of the realizations – arguments over jeans that are too tight or the appropriate age to begin dating and saving for a potential wedding in addition to college – had us spooked. But then we immediately began to realize that this news brings some really great plans for our future as well – sharing secrets the way only mothers and daughters can and teaching her that she can do anything and be anyone she dreams of being – that there are absolutely no limits to her potential.
And as for Mike, the first-time dad who wanted a boy so badly…he’s thrilled beyond belief. For one, he had the epiphany that, with a girl, I’ll likely be the one responsible for the “tough” conversations down the line. And, because we are completely open to her being whatever type of woman she wants to be, there’s just as strong a possibility that he’ll be tossing the ball around the backyard with her after work as there is that I’ll be driving her to dance class.
As for the son…he’ll come along in his own time. The plan is still to adopt number 2 and we’re thinking a little boy would be a great addition to our estrogen-filled household (with me and Lola, baby makes three in the female department).
But for now, we’re just going to focus all of our attention on loving the hell out of this little girl.