I had a dream the other night that i gave birth to triplet boys.
Obviously this was just a dream. There's only one baby in there (thank
Jeebus) but I got to thinking afterward about the accuracy of
ultrasounds.
If you're like me, you hear stories every
day about a friend's friend's friend who was told she was having a
girl, painted the nursery pink, personalized all towels, onesies and
bedding with her (would have been) initials only to hear the nurses
shriek, "IT'S A BOY!" upon delivery. One rarely hears these stories in
reverse, however. Penises look very penis-like on ultrasounds, while
vaginas look kind of like... un-penises. Regardless, I'm sure there are
plenty of stories of parents who painted the room blue and bought
monster-truck bedding for the crib only to welcome a girl. I've just
never heard one.
Nothing is ever 100% accurate. Not
even Science, which I'm pretty sure my dad told me once and I believed
him. Because he's a physicist and he knows stuff.
I've
had a total of four ultrasounds after first finding out the sex and
each time, my doctor smiles, points at the blurry images on screen and
says with complete confidence, "would you look at that, Rebecca? It's
still a girl" which is always a relief because hearing, "would you look
at that, Rebecca? Your girl is now a boy!" would be really hard to
digest. Like, whoa.
Not that I don't adore boys. My
favorite little person in the world is one and I'm totally a boy mom. I
don't know the first thing about mothering a daughter and have been
practicing with dolls these last four months BUT BUT BUT BUUUUUUUT.... You see...
...I've been shopping:
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