Oh Boy!

J-Man and I took votes the night before: boy or girl.  Personally he and I had a hunch it was a girl.  We imagined little EG crawling around, stealing daddy's heart, making mama smile, getting away with everything.  Yet both of us had dreams it was a little boy.  I envisioned a little light skinned boy with tight tight curls and big bright eyes.  Who knows what J-Man dreamt.

We figured, either our hunches or our dreams were right.  Nothing like 50/50 odds.

At 6:30am I started drinking water.  Even though four cups doesn't sound like much, water isn't all that exciting so early in the morning.  Only a few weeks ago it still made me want to hurl (can we please thank whatever deity you believe in that those days are finally behind me?!)

I downed the water, with a little juice for sugar and we headed out to be the first appointment of the morning.

My doctor's office likes to outsource their sonograms due to having older equipment (the same equipment that terrified me back at 6 weeks) so instead we went to a very professional office that is oddly on the commercial first floor of what otherwise looks a lot like a project.  Whatever, it's legit. 

My lady was sweet, the jelly on my belly was warm, little PEG was there in all his/her glory.  Totally and completely upside down PEG stood, as if confused and thinking today was the day for the grand entrance.  Not just yet little buddy, still 21 weeks, give or take, til your debut. 

We checked head, shoulders, hands, toes, leg bones (where PEG seemed to want to give us a hint as to gender without us asking).  Our technician, after getting a majority of the measurements asked us one more time "So you want to know the sex?"

We agreed, and I reached my hand out from the table to hold J-Man's.  "It's a boy!" she said, showing us PEG's stuff.  For the last time, we saw our PEG, and then smiled knowing little Parker was who had been in there all along.  Little Parker Dennis, totally not shy with his privates at all.  Little Parker who would be his mama and daddy's boy from now and forever. 

If you couldn't tell, I got emotional.  I started silently crying a little, as the technician went on to examine things like bladder, heart, kidneys, and other black holes that really just looked like black holes. 

Soon enough it was time to check out Parker's face, but no luck.  He wouldn't budge from his funny position.  He was awake, as I swear he kept waving at us, taunting almost.  He wiggled around, but only so much,  Can you tell this is my J-Man's son yet?  Goodness gracious!

I laid on my side, but he wouldn't budge.  I walked around.  Still nope.  I even got to finally release all those cups of early morning water and juice.  Still nothing.  She thought maybe after lunch he'd decide to flip around some so she could finish up the report, so we gave up for the morning and headed home, with the least demonstrative profile printouts I've seen. 

By lunch, Parker was still head down bottom up, though at least turned just enough that we could see a little nose.  J-Man and I are already wondering whose nose he has.  She got one more measurement but let me know that my doctor would probably want me to come back. 

On the upside, I learned about the tilting of my insides that would explain why he doesn't have a ton of space for nonstop flips and why my belly doesn't yet tell the world he's in there.  As everyone else says, it'll push its way out before I know it, and I'll miss these barely showing weeks. 

At the end of the day I held my little printout close to my heart, reflected for just a moment on all the pain and uncertainty of 2010 and early 2011, and said a special prayer for my little PDG.  I told my J-Man I couldn't believe I could already love him so much.  J-Man responded he couldn't believe he could already worry about him so much.

I guess we're gonna be just fine.