Thanks for reading my past journal entries! This is Michelle in the present at 17 weeks.
In two days, unless the thing is hiding its junk (junkette?), we will find out whether we’ll be having a son or a daughter. To my surprise (and maybe yours), I haven’t really been thinking about this all that much, and definitely haven’t been dwelling on it. Before getting knocked up, whenever I heard a pregnant woman say she had no preference whether it’s a boy or a girl—she just wanted a “healthy baby,” I rolled my eyes. Come onnnnnnn. Surely, you’re leaning one way or the other. Spill it, lady! But now that I myself have a baby boo in the belly, I get it. Sometimes, it feels that every day is a small hurdle. There are an infinite number of things to worry about and finally having a tiny human emerge with all its organs and body parts intact will be nothing short of a miracle. I, too, just want a healthy baby.
Also, there are some very, very strong cases for each gender. Take, for instance, this:
And, you know, this:
For the gender predictors out there, what do you think we’re having?
By the time we had the anatomy scan at 22 weeks, I was thoroughly convinced that Hannah was a boy–even to the point where I only glanced at boy clothes. It wasn’t that I particularly wanted a boy; it was just that she WAS one, you know?
Obviously she was a girl, and I was elated. I took a split second to mourn the little boy that wasn’t, then ran full force with the girl thing. Here’s to no hiding the junk!
eee so exciting to find out! my guess is a girl. no reason to it, just everyone i know is having boys lately so i think a girl is due soon :)
It’s true–I just felt so lucky to be having a baby. Didn’t matter to me if it was a boy or a girl–either would’ve been great!
both.
congrats again, and if someone told you they absolutely had no gender preferences, I’d say they would be lying. I always said wanted a boy. I always said I wanted 3 boys. that would be my perfect rough housing boys, jumping on the couch, playing cob and robbers, xbox time with dad, a call of duty clan made up of our boys kicking ass – well you get the point. the moment I found out zilla was a boy at the anatomy scan, I had this out of body experience and asked the ultrasound tech again if she was sure. yep. its a boy she said. In a state of utter disbelief in my mind, I mourned. I mourned the fact that statistically I would have boys (paul’s family is full of boys on both is mom and dad’s side). I mourned the cute purple dresses, the over the top hair flowers, I wonder who I would teach to sew, spin yarn, crochet and knit (not that I wouldn’t teach zilla, but… lol), I celebrated the fact that I didn’t know how to put makeup on anyway and it wouldn’t matter.
now I have Ms Bean here, of course I’m terrified! lol. I still don’t know how to put makeup on.
:)
I was one of those women who said out loud, “I don’t have a preference, I just want a healthy baby…” Which was true, except, in my private prayers, I asked God for a boy. Each time. Second time around, it was because we were having a second baby sooner than expected, and having another boy so we didn’t have to buy all new girly stuff would be less expensive.