Yesterday was the day, apparently: Humnoy’s one-and-a-half-year monthiversary and my ultrasound day! I surprised myself many times yesterday because you know how I don’t want to know the sex and then this other part of me was suddenly being lax if it happened to slip. I had this vision once I got off the phone with the hospital after scheduling the ultrasound I almost didn’t get. This vision predicted that my goofball of an ultrasound tech spilled the sex beans. I have been über paranoid since.
First, I feel like a total sell-out for even scheduling one against my amazing qualms about ultrasounds for low-risk pregnancy. Second, I had to intensely fight the urge to just blurt out, “Just tell me! Let’s find out the sex of that baby NEOW!”
Something’s going to go wrong – I’m a mom, dammit; there’s always a surprise. After all, Murphy’s Law has left me plenty of (diaper) surprises this week. What do ya know? The hospital’s registration paperwork has me down for what’s called “Fetal Anatomy Survey.” Ruh-roh. Anatomy? Flashbacks of my vision made me nervous that they would go on their routine check and go in for the crotch shot because so many choose to find out. Actually, only two out of every 10 OB patients choose to not find out, according to this ultrasound tech. Well, here’s one-half of ’em, adamantly demanding that there will be no crotch shots of any kind.
Ultrasound tech: “I can’t help it if it shows on the screen so I will just not tell you.”
Me: “Uhhh– yoh-kay, thanks.” *remembering what a fetus penis looked like*
Ultrasound tech: “Why are you not finding out? It’s so rare.”
Me: *long, philosophical rant about life and its lack of surprises* “Oh, because I like surprises.”
Ultrasound tech: “Good for you.”
Disclaimer: In reality, I hate surprises but I figured that’s the best end-all answer I could provide in place of wanting the ultimate surprise – finding out if you have a new daughter or son when they’re born.
In the end, all “Fetal Anatomy Check” meant was actually checking the anatomy of the baby, not for finding out the sex like I had snobbishly presumed. Anatomy of fetus was checked and guess what? My mama instincts were right: I have a growing, moving, and perfect baby. Surprised?
Say “Hi” to Bebe #2 (and The Claw)!
Do ultrasounds make you nervous or just confirm your maternal instincts?
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