8.15.2012

Our gender reveal party: we're having a bouncing baby ...

BOY! It wasn't as shocking to me as I thought it would be. This whole pregnancy my husband and I were flip flopping between whether we were having a bundle of pink or blue and to be completely honest, we were both thinking pink up until our ultrasound.

And then we saw our active little baby bouncing around and eating his hand. Seriously, he was eating his hand A LOT. And although he did his best to cover up the goods, our ultrasound tech was able to catch a peek at what WAS most definitely between his legs.

We didn't find out what we were having right then, that would have been far too simple. Instead, we had him seal the evidence in a big yellow envelop and delivered it to my cousin who was in charge of baking a simple pink or blue cake for us, at a simple gender reveal party with close family and friends. So when our ultrasound tech told us he was surfing through the land of genitalia, we both covered our eyes and looked away, although I think we both secretly knew anyway.

I say it was the baby's eyebrow bone that did it for me, my husband swears it was how active and opposite this baby was to our daughter, but somehow, at the end of the ultrasound we both went from team pink to a strong team blue feeling. Our two-year-old daughter insisted (and still does that it was a girl in there. Boy is she in for a surprise!)

The party was more than I ever could have asked for, and instead of just cutting into a cake and finding pink or blue, we found both. What a sneaky, tricky family we have. (Mad props to my cousin for baking this vegan bad boy!) We ended up going through a scavenger hunt to find out what we were going to be having, one that included silly string, old wives tales, pink and blue balloons and so much more. My cousin even convinced everyone that came to wear either blue or pink, as a vote for what they thought we were having. It probably shouldn't come as a surprise that most of the family and friends wore blue. A few were supportive of the fact that I was afraid I'd have a breakdown if I found out I was having a little boy (I think they're wonderful, I'm just afraid I'm going to be a terrible mother to a boy), so their sensitivity didn't go unnoticed. The baby's sex was finally revealed Chinese lantern style. We gathered around and allowed our little girl to pull the string and shake confetti everywhere. And surprise, it was filled with bright, baby blue confetti. I felt like crying and giggling all at the same time. This baby was going to be different and that was something to look forward to.

There's a large part of me that is still sad I won't get to see all of the beloved clothes I saved from Pearyn's babyhood on the next wee one we welcome. (It just might be enough to convince me to try to convince my husband to have a third, I guess we'll see). But I'm excited to welcome a little boy into the family, mainly because my husband is such a phenomenal husband, father and man, that I can't wait for him to show our little boy exactly what it means to be all of those things. Seriously, the world will be a much better place with one more man like the one I married, even if I do complain about how lenient he can be with our daughter and how much he spoils the women in his life.

All and all the ultrasound showed an incredibly healthy, bouncing, big baby boy, with a due date of December 20. Just think, if we go five days late like I did with Pearyn we'll be welcoming a serious Christmas baby. At 20 weeks he was already weighing in at 13 ounces, which is what I'll now blame the extra weight I've gained this pregnancy on. During this time with Pearyn I'd only gained about five pounds, but with Baby B I've already gained about nine. It may not seem like a big deal to most, but I've always been a bit on the thick side, so I really just want to remain healthy and healthy-feeling throughout delivery.

While Baby B cooperated beautifully, my body didn't quite as much. We have to go back for another ultrasound because my silly placenta has decided to locate far too close to my cervix. It's not super dangerous, but it's not exactly something desirable either. The doctors will keep monitoring it and we'll keep our fingers crossed that it'll migrate its merry way up my uterine wall.

All and all, we're excited, nervous and still reeling from the news. I'm just now getting used to referring to the baby as a he, him and boy, not an it. It's hard to believe that we're just a few days shy of four months away, a timeline that makes me feel overwhelmingly pumped and unprepared.

So I've been a bit MIA for the last month, we've had so much going on in our household, from a cancelled trip to New York (due to what we thought was just the stomach flu that hit our daughter), to our gender party, to a trip to Hilton Head with our best friends (that also included a trip to the ER for our daughter), to her being diagnosed with salmonella poisoning and just getting treatment nearly three weeks after it started.

Oh and there's all my pregnancy hormonal meltdowns thrown in there too, for good measure. I look forward to updating you all on the soap opera that our life has been these last three weeks, so bear with me while I get around to catching everyone up.

And once again, thank you for your kind wishes, words and support throughout this new journey.

You also might like:
Our chubby vegan son, literally
How I survived my first night alone and other nightmares

4 comments:

  1. Hi! I'm a vegan who is pregnant with my first baby and it's due 8 days after yours! :) It's such a coincidence to read this today as I just published my gender reveal party post today too. Congratulations!!! I look forward to reading more and love connecting with other vegan moms.

    ReplyDelete
  2. I loved reading your story! I wish I would have done a gender reveal party. Well, we did one with our kids on #4, but I wish we would have went bigger. Congratulations!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Hi, I just read backwards through your blog and want to say that I SO understand your feelings about having a little boy! I have two, and was shocked beyond words both times. I admit to being a bit upset as well. I just couldn't picture it. Fast forward 8 years later and my two sons are my favorite things. I'm sure you get it now but I hope you don't feel bad about your apprehension. I think it's very natural. Sending you all my best!

    ReplyDelete
  4. That's very exciting. Actually, planning for a baby needs planning for the baby's gender. For family balancing, preparations and all, this is really important and meaningful.

    ReplyDelete