Today I get to march my rapidly growing belly (and ass) into my brand new midwife's office for the ultrasound. It's significant for us because with the other two, we never "officially" found out. With Q, neither of us knew, and with Drew, I found out as did all my friends on and off the internet, but I didn't tell my husband or any of my family. They just thought I was being super progressive by purchasing lots of blue clothes for my daughter OR son.
Don't worry. I already got the whole "what a nasty bitch you are how could you keep that from your husband" comments. (P.S. He didn't want to know and I did so I didn't tell him).
But this time, we both agreed that we wanted to find out and so we shall. Or at least, we shall try.
Or really, I shall try.
The sad irony is that when we can actually stare straight at the in utero private parts of our unborn child without the ultrasound tech zipping around pretending that she didn't see a huge gigantic penis (ahem), he can't be there to do it with me. I'll be the only one staring and uttering smart and nervous things (yes, these ultrasounds actually make me extremely nervous) like "Ooooh look, it's definitely a boy" to which the tech will respond "No, that's a kidney, maam" with my spouse rolling his eyes at me on the phone (we hope).
Seriously, how can they tell these things?
But, that doesn't mean we don't have our guesses, you know, our in-the-gut feelings about who this baby is inside my belly.
And maybe you do too. Or maybe you're just here because you googled "My Mom's Tits" (I'm #1 for that search, by the way) and decided to click around and could care less.
Of course, there's a whopping 50/50 chance (best odds this side of the Mississippi) that you will be right, but it's fun to guess, isn't it? So here are some fun facts for you (without me showing a pic of myself):
a) I'm definitely smaller than I was with the other two but showing and spreading in the same way that I did with both kids.
b) I'm not as emotional as I was with Drew.
c) I have zits all over my face.
d) I had bad migraines and nausea, neither of which I had with the other two.
e) The huz thinks it's a boy and he's been right every time.
f) I'm craving salads, fruit, and anything healthy (can't say that I've ever done that before. Ever.).
g) I didn't have a gut feeling that Quinlan was a girl, but when I was pregnant with Drew, I felt different enough that I was pretty sure it was a boy (before I had the devious ultrasound). I have a bit of a gut feeling now, but I'm not telling you what it is... (or if you listen to my podcast from last night you'll hear it)
h) Quinlan thinks it's a girl. She also thinks she's having twins. And wants to marry Drew when she grows up (damn the South - we need to get this girl up to Yankeeville again).
i) I got pregnant in April *edited: January - not April. That was Drew -- sheesh!*, I'm due in October, and I was 31 when the sex happened (in case you're all about the extremely scientific Chinese Gender Calculator -- I love my ancestors, but sometimes...).
So, if you care to wager a guess, feel free to leave a comment and I'll post later today or tomorrow. Or if you really are looking for your mom's tits, I should tell you something.
They're not here. Just mine. And they're probably not what you're looking for.