First, an update.
When we last left off, we'd gone to our last OB appointment and were thrown a little curve ball when our little Bean wouldn't uncross those sweet baby legs. Luckily, our doctor promised to give us another quick ultrasound following our next appointment. That meant we had to wait another few weeks for our next opportunity. I'm somewhat happy, and not at all ashamed, to admit that at first, it seemed like Brandon was having a bit of a hard time not knowing if Baby Bean was a boy or a girl. I, on the other hand, remained cool as a cucumber. Relax, I kept saying, if this is the only problem we encounter, it's nothinig. I was so very proud of myself for being so chill about the situation. Everyone who knows me knows that I might have a few moments where I come across as a high-strung planner, whereas Brandon is a little more laid back about things. So I was definitely enjoying having the tables be turned for once.
Well, it turns out that the crazy was there, lurking in the background. It was just delayed.
After being calm and cool for about two weeks, all of a sudden I realized--THE SUSPENSE WAS KILLING ME! So Brandon and I talked about it and we decided to make an appointment at a place called the Ultrasound Zone. Allow me to take a step back for a minute to give some backstory. When we were very newly pregnant, I got a little card in the mail, addressed to me, touting the many packages offered to expectant mothers from a little place called the Ultrasound Zone. Packages varied from very cheap and a few normal black and white ultrasound pictures, to extremely expensive 4-D pictures with 20 minute videos complete with music and a photo scrapebook. When I got the card, a few things crossed my mind. #1) How did they even know I was pregnant? At that point I'd told three people--Brandon, my doctor, and the day care worker who put us onto the waiting list and #2) Who on earth goes to places like this?
I'm still awaiting an explanation for #1. But I got my answer to #2. And the answer was PEOPLE LIKE US!!
So we made a secret appointment at the Ultrasound Zone. And we weren't really sure what to expect. Turns out, it was a lovely experience (although I'm still slightly ashamed to admit that we visited what we have affectionately dubbed "the-crazy-people-ultrasound-
Our tech gave us a ton of pictures (with several arrows pointing to parts that let her know Bean is a little lady...thank goodness she was there to interpret because I NEVER would have known) including a few of the 4-D ones. The technology they have is amazing (although Bean looks like a koala bear in one and it's a little creepy).
So we finally had our answer. But we opted to keep it a secret until we met with Dr. Owens again, hoping she could confirm what our tech saw. Turns out, she couldn't! Instead of crossed legs, little Baby Bean's cord was in the way, and the doctor couldn't get a clear, definitive shot of those oh-so-important parts. So, she gave us some odds...60/40 that little Bean is a little lady. Because we'd already gotten a definite pink go-ahead from the Ultrasound Zone, we figured that was good enough for us. We called everyone to let them know, and it was so much fun to finally get to share.
And with that, Project Baby kicked off in full swing. We've got our little lady's name all picked out though we're not telling just yet. You'll have to wait until she comes to find out. And don't worry, we've got a name all set in case we get tossed a curve ball and our little miss turns out to be a
little mister :-)
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