Today was the anatomy scan day, and just like last time, I was completely calm and chilled, until it was time to go to the imaging clinic. Driving there, my heart started racing, and all I could think of is what would happen if something was wrong. I wasn’t concerned about the sex at all, being almost certain it was a boy.
The scan itself was, well, long. And very quiet. We didn’t get to find out the sex until right at the end, and the scan itself took about 45 minutes. The technician checked everything. The head, brain, nose, jaw, palate, heart, stomach, kidneys, arm bones, leg bones, hands, feet, and of course the sex. She spent absolutely forever looking at the heart, which completely freaked both Mr Nester and I out. She was zooming in and out, taking photo after photo of what seemed to be the same image, and not saying a word. I finally brought myself to ask if everything was looking ok, and she glanced up, looked at me, and said…
“Yes! Everything looks good.”
Thank fuck for that! Seriously, you’d think with the amount of pregnancy scans these people must do, they’d develop a bit more of a bedside manner. Way to stress out a pregnant lady!
Of course, our baby was looking amazingly perfect, and behaved beautifully throughout the scan (can that continue, please?). The only issue was Grub didn’t want to give us a good look at its face, its hand was covering most of its face for the majority of the scan, although we did get this shot:
And so, we reached the end of the scan, and the technician asked if we’d like to know the sex (she said gender, which annoyed me, but I managed to keep it to myself), and I nearly cut her off with my “yes please!”. She manoeuvred the ultrasound wand around to get the “potty shot”, and after a little adjustment, got a clear confirmation of…
Mr Nester and I were so shocked we both responded with a “Really? Are you sure?” – I had been certain from the very beginning that it was a boy, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind. So to be told we were having a girl was quite a shock, and I’m still having to adjust to the new idea. I’m crazy excited, of course. A girl! A beautiful, strong, independent girl to bring into the world, to make waves and push boundaries. Or not. Her choice, of course. But how wonderful to be able to have a mother-daugher relationship, to see her grow into a young woman, and hopefully be able to help her along the way.
I’m also very excited about shopping for her, although I’m trying to steer clear of the “princess”/sequins/frills/pastel pink overload – I don’t mind a bit of that, mixed in, but I despair at the cotton candy explosion that seems to dominate in girls’ clothing stores.
The only other issue is the name. We had been so sure it would be a boy, our list of boys names far outweighed anything we’d come up with for a girl. Now, the boys’ names are on ice (until possibly Baby #2 – watch out Mr Nester!), and Mr Nester and I are deep in discussion about potential baby girl names.
On that note, I’m off to have my dinner, so from my baby girl and I, see you next time!