Today we had a doctor's appointment. Have I mentioned that I have appointments almost every week now, between the OB, the specialists at Maternal Fetal Medicine, and the diabetes educator? Thank you diabetes. One fun perk of all of these appointments is that I get an ultrasound every month (...and get to pay for an ultrasound every month...hmmm) Today was another ultrasound day. I'm just about 17 weeks, and so we could have found out the gender of our baby, if he/she hadn't been so stinkin' shy! The baby was sitting cross-legged, behind the placenta, at a weird angle. Thanks baby :) We did get to see it bop itself on the head with its hand though, which was pretty funny.
So I've mentioned that I'm hoping that our baby is a girl. I think this desire is rooted in many years of tragic heartbreak when my mom was pregnant. I remember being so upset after finding out that the last three of my brothers were going to be boys. Of course, being my turn, I am really hoping that this baby is a girl. So much so that I've been having weird baby dreams, all on variations of I find out its a boy and being sad/upset/mad and want to give the baby back/figure out a way to change it. I've had this dream maybe three or four times? Does this mean I'm a bad person? Honestly, if it was a boy, I really would be ok with that. And I definitely do want to have some boys... just preferably not this one.
Anyway, stay tuned in three weeks for an update on the baby gender saga. Peace!
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