I know, I know. It's a baby. And I should just be satisfied with that and anything else is cheating, right? ;) Well... sure, finding out the gender of the baby before due time isn't a choice everyone makes, but I didn't for a moment care if it was cheating or not. I was dying to find out!
I'd begun buying baby girl clothes five or ten minutes after I saw the "yes" appear on my pregnancy test and my husband was starting to worry. "What if it's a boy?" he would ask, as I handed my credit card over to another cashier. "What if it's not!" I'd counter.
One day when we were perusing the ever-adorable Baby Gap section and I had a few more itsy bitsy pink things in my grasp, he asked me what I was planning to do with all of the frilly stuff I was amassing should we have a boy. So with a roll of my eyes, I decided to appease him by buying a pair of boy swim trunks (we're planning on joining my family in Mexico when babykins is 6 weeks-ish).
But when I held those little trunks, I couldn't do it. "This feels like a waste of money," I said.
"I think we should book another ultrasound," replied my husband. So when we got home, I googled it like mad (my doctor told me that anything under 10-15 minutes has been proven safe but I wanted to explore the topic a bit because there are many viewpoints on it) and then I decided to make an appointment at a private 3D ultrasound clinic.
And now I'll tell you what the technician told me.
It's a... girl. Just like that.
See? A mother knows.
Thanks so much to my own mom for keeping all the cute rompers trimmed with lace she'd sewn for me as well as the many beautiful cardigans, booties, and bonnets knit by my grandma. Also thanks to my wonderful friends, both at Our Collective Muse and beyond, for their awesome enthusiasm, genuine support... and super cute hand-me-downs. ;)