Thursday, March 24, 2011

Tell me more

When Will and I let loose the news that my passenger is of the female gender, I was bombarded by questions. They generally fell into four categories: 1.) Is it what you expected? 2.) Are you happy? 3.) Was Will disappointed? 4.) How do you feel now that you know? 5.) Do you have a name?

1.) Is it what you expected?
Yes and no. I'd always envisioned myself with a daughter, probably because I'm a daughter myself. But over the past year, as I met and interacted with my close friends' little boys, Charlie (Karyn) and Everett (Linda), I started imagining myself with a son. So, until last month, I was leaning boy. At Verana however, I woke up one morning with an overwhelming feeling that this was a girl. I told Will and he concurred he was feeling similarly. (As you probably saw, in the gender poll, we both went for girl.) But then there was the ultrasound. Before the procedure, we explained that we didn't want to know the gender, and asked that instead, the tech write it
on a piece of paper. She agreed, had us avert our eyes and almost immediately exclaimed, "Alright - got it." In our pre-envelope opening discussions the next day, we both agreed that "Got it" was, in ultrasound gender talk, synonymous with "Penis." So, when we opened the envelope, we were a little surprised and a little not surprised. It was, and it wasn't, what we expected.

2.) Are you happy?
Yes. But not because I wanted a girl (or a boy). I'm happy because I know that, so far, the baby is healthy. Rote response, but true. I'd gotten used to the idea of having a boy or a girl, mentally reviewed the challenges of each, and was ready for either one. I grew up with a brother, most of my elementary school friends were male, and with all the time I spent at the hockey rink, I am every comfortable around boys. I am a girl. I like girls. I'm excited by the prospect of raising a strong female.
(But I'd be omitting some truthful info if I didn't admit that I am already dreading the teenage stage. I may take my mother-in-laws advice and just hand her off to dad when she turns 12.)

3.) Was Will disappointed?
I don't think so - he told me he wasn't - but here's what he said:
"No. I feel like I can naturally relate better to a boy and that's what I envisioned, but I am super excited about the challenge of raising and relating to a girl. I have to figure out how to identify with a little girl, as contrary to what I have been called, I never was one. However, my immediate reaction was one of consternation, thinking about the upcoming challenges of dealing with another strong and sassy young woman, created in Maggie's likeness."

4.) How do you feel now that you know?
Good. Although many of my co-pregnant friends are opting for the surprise, I am happy we got the gender news. But not for the typical reasons. Regardless of gender, the baby's room was going to be yellow and grey. I don't plan to register for many clothing items. (And even if I do, am going to try to stay away from too much pink.) We already had a boy and a girl name decided. So it wasn't about the planning - which is why many couples choose to "find out." Instead, it was about making this baby feel real. If I'm honest, before this I wasn't feeling very connected. I didn't cry when I heard the heartbeat or saw the ultrasound image. It was unreal, like it was happening to somebody else. So for me, knowing the gender takes it to another level. Now, I feel like my passenger is a person. My visions of the future gain a richness and depth. So, how do I feel? Good. I feel good.

5.) Do you have a name?
Yes. But we're keeping that one to ourselves until she's born. Or maybe turns 1. She can just be "Baby" to all of you. Because as we all know, nobody puts Baby in a corner.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

19 Weeks

Late 19 weeks doesn't look a whole lot different than 17. Definitely a before-dinner shot.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Hello. I'm Girl Spurgeon.

Of course, to me this totally looks like a baby. But, to others, it probably looks like an inkblot.


Sort of reminds me of the old woman/young woman test.






It was a big weekend. Baby Spurgeon got to introduce herself as a girl. On Friday, we had a delicious dinner with friends and Baby S's guncles Bryan and Michael. Saturday my brackets were decimated but we did get to catch up with Aunt Colleen and Justin, Uncle Paul, Grandma Katie and Grandpa Bill, and some old friends.
Today has been nothing but collars, collars and more collars. What will this week bring?

Friday, March 18, 2011

Behind the scenes

Last night was the big reveal. In true Enlarging Marge fashion - I'll give you a download on the meal... Guinness corned beef, baby potatoes, purple cabbage, homemade soda bread and Irish butter, followed by Guinness pudding.



When it came to the envelope, I let Will do the honors. First, out of the manila, which included four ultrasound pics. Then, I had him peek at the envelope contents before passing it to me.





He laughed hysterically, then his eyes glossed over and he finished his plate in 24.6 seconds. When asked what he was thinking about, he answered, "I need to start learning how to relate to little girls. And I can't believe I am going to live with two of you?!"

Oh wild, wild world - the adventures truly lie ahead...

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The envelope

Today was our 19 week ultrasound and this envelope holds the answer to the forever-asked question, and Grandma Betty's obsession, "Boy or Girl?" Tomorrow, in lieu of my usual 13 Smithwicks, I'll find St. Patrick's Day joy in its opening.

As it stands, the peanut gallery is split down the middle. 18 girl. 17 boy. There's one more day to weigh in though, so click the link and vote: http://doodle.com/nzdkif8xrwhpdiqf