It’s a boy!
It’s official. All betting is now closed. Peanut is a boy.
Yesterday was our 18-week anatomical evaluation ultrasound. We had been looking forward to this one for a while, since this is usually when you find out the sex of the baby. At first, Bionca just wanted it to be the two of us that went, but it worked out that both of my parents, her mom, and her grandmother all came with us. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
The tech was fantastic, as she explained the anatomical structures that she was measuring as she went, and was quite funny too. Peanut was doing great, as he was just cuddled up against the placenta like a big body pillow. Some of the highlights were when we saw Peanut wave to us, and seeing and hearing his little heart. We get to the end, and she is looking to see he sex, but Peanut had his legs curled up underneath him, and he just wasn’t moving. I was worried that we would have months yet of not buying clothes, using “he/she,” and “him/her,” “the baby,” and any other generic term that we could think of.
She went to bring the doctor in, since she couldn’t get the shot of his heart that she needed, and we had hope of a second chance. Bionca immediately got up and started jumping around and shaking her belly trying to get Peanut to move. Soon the doctor came in, and we got back to desperately looking at the screen. After doing some measurements on the heart, he moved in to see the sex of the baby.
Once again, Peanut wasn’t be cooperative, but the doctor thought that he saw a glimpse of a labia. Bionca got excited and squeezed my hand, and I started grinning hopefully. After a few more minutes of moving around and getting nothing, he seemed about to give up when he finally got the right angle, and made the declaration that it was a boy.
Bionca cried while I grinned like an idiot. I’m not really sure how everyone else in the room reacted, since I was so focused on the little screen, and Bionca. It was a great moment.
We proceeded to Bionca’s Ob appointment, and after waiting over an hour, and doing the exam, the doctor declared that all of Bionca’s tests came out good, and that she was doing great. We have a completely normal and healthy pregnancy.
Very good to know.
I think I called it first, but I’m at least claiming it. I called Boy first! What do I win?
A new Baby Nephew?! Thanks! It’s just what I wanted! Yay!
My reaction was total amazement and wonder! I love seeing Perrin any time that I get a chance. It was great having Bionca’s mom and Grandmother there, and her mother was right, you really can say Perrin is “the next generation”! He’ll be carrying on the Kleinberg name.