Monday, April 1, 2013
Lucy and Johnny get a baby brother. I can even tell from the sketchy ultrasound pics that he has the exact same profile as his siblings. His chin is a little more Lucy than Johnny; I'm pretty sure we've got another little Bubba clone here. Ah well, there's always a chance baby #4 will look like me, right? HAAAAAAAAA! He's measuring a week and a half big, as our babies do, and he was so squirrelly it was hard to get non-blurry pics. That is, until he fell fast asleep in a weird position that made it hard for the tech to get the last couple of pics she needed. So. Totally unhelpful.
Friday morning I was dropping Johnny off at my friend's house, and as soon as Lucy saw the kids, she wanted to stay, so I went all by my onsies to the u/s appointment. The Bubba had gone to work early with plans to meet me at the imaging office. I was called back to the ultrasound room and the tech started, and that's when I started texting my Bubba. "The ball is rolling" "Where are you?" "Is everything ok?" over the next 20 minutes. Then I called his office. Then I tried his cell again. He didn't answer any of the texts or calls. I mean, obviously he had gotten hit by a bus on his way to the appointment, right? So I started planning my attack: call the main office assistant, check with his minions, call the hospitals, police, etc. All the while the tech is just checking things out and I'm trying to hold up my end of polite chitchat. Then she swipes on a different part of my belly and then moves it away and says, "Oh, do you want to know the gender?" And I'm like "Too late for that question, I just saw that penis." The Bubba finally called and texted telling me that he totally spaced and forgot the appointment and had shut himself up in a conference room to get some stuff done without the phone ringing nonstop. (He felt AWFUL about it. I didn't care so much since I was just happy he was not dead in a ditch.) WHEW. So then I was able to enjoy seeing this baby a little bit. Oh, look at that! He's perfect! He's sucking his thumb! He's flexing his toes!
The tech was kinda weird about getting pictures of this kid's right hand. She actually made me get up and use the bathroom and do a jig to get him to move. I was a little weirded out. I joked with her about it, "What does this kid have six fingers on that hand or something? Webbed fingers?" and she just said "No, this is just one of the things we look at." But this is my third 20week ultrasound in five years and no one has freaked out about hand pictures yet. Seriously, the ultrasound took about an hour and a half. Finally he opened his right hand.
I learned today that she was watching for it to open and close to rule out trisomy 18. So I guess I forgive her for being a weirdo about it.
I didn't tell Bubba the baby's gender right away when he came home - I made him sweat a little. Do you have any idea how HARD it is to use the pronoun "it" when you already know that it's a "he?" Really hard. Plus I'm a truly terrible secret keeper/liar. But I concentrated and it was entire HOURS before I told the Bubba and Lucy about Baby Brother.
Poor Lucy was pretty disappointed. She tried really hard to hold it together, but her chin trembled, her eyes filled and all we got was a shaky "But I ... wanted ... a SISTER!" So we've been talking about all the fun things about brothers (according to her the list isn't long) and about how it'll be fun being the special only girl and big sister. We're working on it.
To be honest, we were all pretty convinced that this baby was a girl. It's really strange to switch the mindset. Also, boy's names are HARD. We had a couple of really slam dunk girls' names, but boys'? There's much too fine a line between the few old-fashioned-awesome names (Johnny, Ignatius) and the too many old-fashioned-awful names (Gary, Earl). I wouldn't mind naming this baby after the Bubba, but he's less into this idea. Sigh.
Let the Perfect Boy Name Search begin! (any suggestions?)