Gender Reveal

We went to the doctor today to do an anatomy test on the baby.  Essentially, this is a way for them to ensure there is nothing visibly wrong with the baby’s brain, heart, and bones.  They were able to see the little legs, feet, and hands.  And when the baby turned toward my wife’s front, they were able to see its facial features; eyes, nose, ears…right down to the lip, which isn’t cleft.

It was all pretty cool, the way the colors on the screen show different density of mass, so they can differentiate bone from tissue.  But while the nurse was moving the sonogram wand around to different angles, she paused and snapped a picture of one particular pose.  I asked her what she was looking at, and she replied, “Well, I appear to be looking at a boy.”  She pointed to a very distinct mass sticking up away from the baby’s body.  She said, “Boys tend to be very proud of their stuff, even at an early age,” which was exactly how I would have described it as well…pride.  But I say, if you’ve got it, flaunt it…which takes on a whole new meaning when you’re looking at a baby on a sonogram.

We’re going to do a chromosome test to confirm it, but I guess we’re having a boy!  My wife’s first words to the nurse when she told us was, “I can’t believe this.  I can’t believe my husband was right all along.  He’s never going to let me live this down.”