My Heart Sank When I Learned That My Baby Had Testicles

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I want a baby girlI cried when I find out we’re having a boy.  And not in the good way.

I know some people have the willpower not to find out their baby’s sex before it’s born.  I could never handle the suspense.  It’s the Capricorn in me: mommy needs to PLAN. Once I got pregnant, I did toy with the idea for a minute, collecting images of soothing, gender-neutral designer nurseries, full of soft whites and creams (seriously? for a BABY’S ROOM?) and earth-toned, unfinished furniture.

I guess I never understood the reasoning behind keeping it a mystery.  I’ve heard “it’s the last of life’s really big surprises,” which doesn’t make sense to me.  I mean it’s still a surprise, whether it’s inside your body or out.  And it’s kind of depressing to think that might be the last surprise you get in life.

My dad has an interesting theory: he says finding out ahead of time gives you time to have FEELINGS about it.  To spend the next few months disappointed if it’s not what you had in mind.  To be freaked out because for the last five months you’ve felt in your heart and soul that it was one and it turns out it’s the other.  He points out that when you have a baby, THAT baby is the ONE.  Drowning in hormones and love and exhaustion, that exact baby is the baby you never knew you always wanted, and you can’t imagine it any other way.

Throughout five months of pregnancy, I didn’t really have a preference.  All things being equal, I guess I was leaning a little toward a girl, but it felt minor, like it would just be easier because I am a girl and I would get it.  My husband, however, wants a girl like WHOA. He was convinced it was a girl from early on (based on exactly nothing), and I spend a lot of time reminding him that there WAS a chance it  might be a boy.  I wanted to prep him, to make sure he was at least considering the possibility. You know. The 50 PERCENT possibility.

The day of our 20-week ultrasound (which is, I guess, when fetus nethers are big enough to be visible) is like Christmas morning.  We are SO excited, and everyone is waiting on the news.  As the tech moves the wand around, she seems perplexed.  Our tiny person is not giving up the goods.  The modest little thing has its legs crossed, no naughty bits in sight.

In between attempts, she tells me to cough,  drink cold water, walk around the office, and jump up and down, all in an effort to get it to move.  After about a half hour of this — stand up, do some acrobatics, feel like a dipshit, and try again, the view opens up a little.  She says, “I’m 90% sure it’s a girl.  But just so we’re positive, go downstairs, get some breakfast, and we’ll try again.”

A word of advice.  If you are an ultrasound technician, DO NOT SAY SHIT LIKE THIS.

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