I had another ultrasound yesterday at 15w6d since I’m an old lady. I had two ultrasounds total last time and this time I’m on my fourth already with one more to follow. Wow. I asked if they could tell the gender at this one and the tech said yes if the baby cooperated. Baby was very cooperative and had its legs splayed wide open.
If you can’t/won’t/don’t want to watch videos*, this baby is a GIRL. The tech was quite sure. The view was very clear. There was nothing poking out between the legs and the telltale signs of female anatomy were visible.
My intuition and some scientific evidence has been telling me all along that this was a girl. A long time ago while I was dating The Mister, I had what I would call a vision. We were married and on some kind of road trip. I looked into the back seat and saw my 2 children – a boy and a girl. It was a weird thing to happen and that picture always stuck with me. Yeah maybe it was just the “vision” of a perpetually single woman finally in a good relationship hoping for a bright family-filled future…maybe not given the news.
On the non woo/spiritual/touch-feely side, science has fallen on the side of girl too. My pregnancy hasn’t been much different except for the lack of insane all-consuming hunger that I experienced with Lewis. That points to girl. There’s also the Ramzi theory. At my dating ultrasound (6 weeks), I asked what side the placenta implanted on and the tech said left. Ramzi says that indicates a girl in 97.5% of ultrasounds taken that early.
The Mister is excited. He didn’t have a gender preference – he just wanted to know prior to the birth. My family is out cruising the high seas right now so they haven’t reacted to the news yet. My mom will be ecstatic because she loves buying baby clothes and clothing for boys is just not as cool. I predict lots of headbands and dresses coming my way soon. Oh boy. I’ve already warned her that I can’t stomach the tutu thing. Just no.
I am getting used to the idea now that I have confirmation. I am still scared to death about having to do anyone’s hair. I know I have some non-black readers (hey y’all! ), so I’ll explain. The hair thing is a little different for most African-American babies because depending on the texture, it doesn’t just lay down neatly. The texture can also completely change about a year after they are born. Lewis had soft small loose curls that turned into tight coils.
You have to put some real work into hair. Remember that episode of Grey’s Anatomy where Bailey reamed McDreamy about the state of Zola’s hair? Yeah, all of that! I have very thick, coarse hair – like two heads worth. I’m in for a time of it if this child takes after me. Maybe my mother-in-law will move down here before April so she can help because she braided Lewis’ hair quite nicely!
I guess I will figure it out and I’m sure I’m in for some painful sessions where I try to make my unskilled fingers coerce a wriggling toddlers hair into a work of art. In the meantime, I’m happy that everything looks good so far and I’m working on narrowing down my list of girl names. Rest assured that Daphne and Velma are NOT on that list. My son’s government name is uh…special.
*Definitely add this song to your running playlist if it isn’t there! I swear I break into a (slow) sprint everytime it plays.