In 2010, we were blessed with a gorgeous, healthy baby boy! He was the easiest baby and made me anticipate having another baby soon! And I wanted it to be a girl, so that we could be done having kids. I love pregnancy but it doesn’t totally agree with me, as I have back problems and take anti-inflammatories, which you can’t take when pregnant (or breast feeding for that matter!)
Fast forward to July 2012, a plus sign appeared on a regnant test! We hadn’t been trying, per say, but we hadn’t been not trying either. I’d rub my belly and dreamed of little girls names. And this pregnancy was so different to my pregnancy with my son, it had to be a girl, right? My son told me about his sister, so that sealed the deal – it was his kids intuition, it was a girl!
I’d secretly been buying up gorgeous handmade girls clothing so I pulled it out and admired it. I was pulled to the baby girls clothes in target and had to physically stop myself from buying gorgeous pink items.
At our morphology scan at 18 weeks, my husband couldn’t come because of work. So I told the ultrasound tech that we wanted to know the sex, but I wanted my husband on the phone so he could hear it at the same time as me. He was convinced it was a boy, and I was ready to say “told ya so”.
When the ultrasound tech said she was ready, I got very nervous. It hit me in an instance that this baby might not be a girl! And then, “It’s a boy!” I recall my husband saying “Yesssssss!” And I might have said a very low “Noooooooooo!” But I won’t confirm or deny it!
I will admit that I cried. I’d always thought I’d be above gender disappointment, but hey, I’m human! Don’t get me wrong, all I wanted was a healthy baby, but I kind of wanted a healthy baby I could dress in pink.
Now, as I look at my youngest son, fast asleep in my arms, I know in my heart I wouldn’t have it any othe way. He’s so different to his brother and he gazes as me with these big, grey eyes and my heart fills with love. Every. Single. Time.
And yes, I did want that pregnancy to be my last, but I guess I’m supposed to have three kids. I will stop at three kids, regardless of the sex of baby, but I will be hoping, praying, and wishing that I’ll get a gorgeous healthy bundle of pink!
Posted by chelseak, 12th June 2013