In fact in most cases I am completely wrong.
With pregnancies that is. Or at least guessing the sex of the impending child.
I thought my nephew was going to be my niece. I thought my friend was having a girl when she was having a boy. You get the point, my baby radar is usually 100% wrong.
However, when I got pregnant myself, I was sure my baby radar was restored. I was after all carrying this little person inside me feeling its every move, at one with its every thought on a cosmic motherly level, right? What more could I possibly need to determine wether it was a boy or a girl?
I laughed off every ultrasound tech’s offer of telling me, because I already KNEW.
I was having a girl.
I considered only only girl names. I secretly spied all things girl (although not necessarily pink). I even blew off the ultra natural birth instructor’s militant anti-circumcision speech because my baby wasn’t going to be born with that option anyway.
And so, after eight hours of drug free back labor that left me thinking I would have to adopt any subsequent children if I was going to maintain my no only child rule because I sure as well wasn’t going to try that again anytime soon. What did my OB have to say?
“Congratulations. It’s a boy!”
See I wasn’t disappointed, but I was honestly surprised.
And in serious trouble since I had had spent the last nine months trying to decide what to call a girl and was now holding my son without a name.
I know every baby is born without a name but this really freaked me out. Here I was only having been a mom for a few minutes and I was already screwing it up.
Ok maybe I wasn’t quite that freaked out. But still this kid needed a name and fast. Luckily my husband had been planning for a boy all along and was well prepared.
Which means in a few weeks I will most likely confirm (wink) my suspicions that #4 is going to be a girl with some good old fashioned ultra-sound technology.
Think I could be right this time?
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