(Little Rig #2, looking identical to his/her older brother’s ultrasound picture)
On Tuesday, the three (or shall I say four?) of us moseyed our way up to my obgyn’s office for our big 20 week ultrasound!
One of the first things I told our ultrasound technician was…“We don’t want to know the gender of our baby, so when I ask you a hundred times if we are having a boy or a girl, just tell me that you don’t know!”
The ultrasound took quite a bit of time. The technician spent some time looking for any signs of damage from my previous fall and then proceeded to measure ever square inch of our little baby. Our baby’s legs were crossed the entire ultrasound until the very end. We were then instructed to look away from the screen and a few minutes later she said that we could see our baby again.
“I think I know the gender of your baby. Would you like me to write it down and seal it in an envelope for you?”
Oh my! What an insane amount of temptation that would be for me! There is no way that I could have the gender of my baby written down and sealed in an envelope for four months and not open it.”
“Well, would you like me to?” our technician asked again.
The sealed envelope was delivered to us while we met with my doctor and we stored it away once we got home, promising each other we wouldn’t look unless we both agreed. We both figure that since I’m already half-way through this pregnancy, we can wait 20 more weeks to find out. I think.
Our doctor said that the baby looks very healthy and that it appears as though everything has completely healed in my placenta. We are grateful to God for such a wonderful report.
We’ll keep everyone posted as things progress. We are still working on naming this little one. Joe and I mostly agree, but I have a feeling we might be making our final decision on the drive to the hospital.
Until then, we are going to enjoy the last few months we have with just one child in our home and try our hardest to stay away from this little envelope…