When I was pregnant for the first time, I just knew that my baby was a girl. I never found out beforehand but when the doctor said, “it’s a girl!”, I wasn’t surprised at all. With my second daughter, we skipped the results again, wanting to be surprised at birth. In the beginning, I had no idea, but towards the end, I was 99% sure she was a girl. Right again.
With my third pregnancy, I had no idea initially. My pregnancy was a little different. I was nauseous 24/7 and never had any morning sickness with my first two. Thoughts of boys were on my mind even though the idea of actually raising a boy terrified me a bit. But I still wasn’t having any strong feeling either way until one day.
I had just gotten off the subway and was on my way home at about three months and was listening to my iPod as usual. I was listening to a Dave Matthews Band song, which I did nearly everyday on my way home. I was enjoying a song that had listened to about a million times before that day, “Ants Marching”.
And then Dave sang the line:
“Goes to visit his mommy. She feeds him well, his concerns, he forgets them. And remembers being small. Playing under the table and dreaming.”
It stopped me in my tracks. I felt a certain warmness and happiness that I hadn’t felt before. It was one of the few magical times I’ve had as an adult. Of course, whenever I hear that song it takes me to that very moment crossing a quiet Brooklyn street knowing I was carrying my son. A few weeks after that day, a sonogram confirmed he was a boy.
Tell us in the comments below: Did you know if your baby was a boy or a girl before you found out? Did you think it was the opposite gender? Or did you have no feeling either way?