"Oh, he's not here yet!" I cried when they called me back for my sonogram. "I told him to be early; a sonogram is not the same as a doctor's appointment." Vicki smiled.
"We'll just locate the placenta and take some measurements. He won't care if he misses that." A minute or so later, he knocked on the door.
"Come in, come in!" I said. He came in and grabbed my hand. We had been talking about this since we found out I was pregnant. Couldn't wait to see the baby, couldn't wait to learn our first details about our son or daughter. We saw ventricles and heart valves, femurs and a tongue.
"We'll just locate the placenta and take some measurements. He won't care if he misses that." A minute or so later, he knocked on the door.
"Come in, come in!" I said. He came in and grabbed my hand. We had been talking about this since we found out I was pregnant. Couldn't wait to see the baby, couldn't wait to learn our first details about our son or daughter. We saw ventricles and heart valves, femurs and a tongue.
Most of all, we sighed relief over what we didn't see. No signs of congenital defects. Things look healthy and normal which, though cliche, is always good news.
"Now," Vicki smiled, "Here's one leg, and here's another leg and . . . there's no third leg, so. . . " She typed "IT'S A GIRL" on the screen, confirming what I was convinced of and what The Boy feared.
"You'll love her anyway, right?" I asked The Boy.
"Yeah," he said, squeezing my hand, "I'll definitely love her."
"You'll love her anyway, right?" I asked The Boy.
"Yeah," he said, squeezing my hand, "I'll definitely love her."
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Speaking from experience, having a daughter is indeed a blessing. Until they reach those teen years :) Then it gets a bit tricky. Regardless, much congratulations!
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