I’ve been waiting for week 16 since the beginning of time. Just about everyone I know found out the gender of their baby at their 16 week appointment. I’ve had my mind made up that Little Duff is a little boy ever since my first ultrasound. There is this crazy Ramzi Gender Theory that says when you look at your first ultrasound, if the baby is on the right and the yolk sac is on the left… it’s a girl. And if your baby is on the left and the yolk sac is on the right, it’s a boy. So… I guess that was all the convincing I needed.
So Tuesday, March 5th rolled around and I had this overwhelming feeling that the doctor would not be able to tell us the gender with certainty. And unfortunately my weird instincts were right. Here’s what happened:
The doctor (or I guess I should say “the midwife” because that’s what she is - but it’s just easier to say doctor) kiiiiiind of lets on that she thinks it’s a boy. But she was irritatingly non-committal about the whole thing. Lady, I just want to be able to tear the tags off of the baby clothes I bought and breathe a sigh of relief! Oh, well. The wait continues.
Pregnancy update: Still feeling great! I’m still up 7 lbs. Every once in a while I have a stress-filled, tearful moment that my clothes don’t fit anymore; but that’s all part of the process, right?
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