I had a THIRD ultrasound again (with my dear, close, personal friend "The Wand") today with my regular OB/GYN. I totally wasn't expecting it but hey, I'll take as many as they'll give me. I knew she was so excited, so I was totally expecting her to hug me when she came in the room. Thing is, I wasn't expecting an internal ultrasound, so this was the first time I've hugged a woman with no pants on. There's a first time for everything right?
And one more thing. She saw a nub. A nub! she was looking at the screen and suddenly said,
Dr. W:"Hmmm...I'll be interested to see how your big ultrasound comes up."
Me: "What?? What does that mean??" And I'm all panicking thinking there is a third arm or something.
Dr.W: "Well, I'm absolutely not sure about this but...hmm...yes, I see something. See that? In between the legs?"
Me: "Is that a boy part?" (And yes, I'm 27 and couldn't bring myself to say penis, so sue me).
Dr. W: "Definitely could be, either that or a tailbone, but I think that maybe...it just might be! Don't bet on it, but it is just something that I would be interested to see the outcome on. Don't go painting the room yet."
Thing is, Rob missed this appointment, so he doesn't know about the nub. I had told him it wouldn't be exciting and just boring blood work and stuff so he didn't need to be there. He really, REALLY would love to have the first boy, but I don't want to get him be all excited and then be disappointed. It wouldn't necessarily be disappointment, but he would just be SO excited for a boy. So I'm keeping it to myself, (and yes, apparently the entire Internet), until the big U/S. Maybe we'll see something on the NT scan in a couple weeks and I won't have to burst from secret keeping! Although truthfully, I'll probably break down and tell him...like tonight. I'm such a bad secret keeper!
Case In Point: Damn it, he just got home and came in the room while I was writing this blog and I told him. I have absolutely no willpower whatsoever. None.
Next up, NT scan!
“He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.”