First, I am going to explain that in my family you have very traditional bunch. We dated, got married and had kids, just not necessarily in that order.
To make a long story short, my sister got pregnant with twins, she miscarried them at 21 weeks and 3 days, but, nevertheless, there are two boys. Next came one girl, also my sister’s. Then I had a son, my sister-in-law had a son. Then I had another son. My sister had another little girl, my sister-in-law got pregnant with another little boy. My other sister-in-law also has a little boy. Then, finally, last but not least, my sister-in-law had a little girl. So you see out of all the grandkids there are seven boys and only three girls and for four years out of five of that time there was only one girl. So I figured after already having two boys, and the boy luck that seemed to run in my family, I was destined to never have a little girl. I just knew when I got pregnant it would be another boy and my husband and I had already decided to get my tubes tied regardless of boy or girl. I prayed and prayed for a girl anyway. Checked out the Chinese gender chart, did the whole ring in a necklace and followed every other wives’ tale. All indications were a boy. So another boy, right?
The big day is finally here. I get to find out what I am having. I didn’t have to be at the doctor until 10 am and at 5:15 I was wide awake and couldn’t go back to sleep. My heart was pounding and I was ready to puke at any moment from being so nervous. I love my two boys more than anything or anyone in this world, so don’t get me wrong. I would never go back and take back having boys for anything in this world. I, still, however, wanted a little girl more than any given person wanted a little girl in this universe at this time TRUST ME on that. If I would see a little girl or little-girl clothes, or anything of that nature, my heart would turn in knots from wanting a little girl so badly and afraid that I would never get one. I finally got to my doctor and I had to wait for what felt like forever to get into the ultrasound room. The doctor started the ultrasound and went through all of the things he needed to look at first. He measured the head, then the stomach. He checked the heart to make sure there were four chambers, measured the spine. He let my husband and I hear the heartbeat and that was even more amazing now that I knew in just a moment or two that I would find out what my baby was.
I felt like my doctor was torturing me with the wait to find out the sex of my baby. He finally said the words I had been waiting for what felt like my whole life to hear. I’ll never forget it as long as I live: “See, Deanna, here is the baby’s private area and it looks like we have a little girl.” I said, “No way, that’s not possible.” He asked me why I would say that and I said I just don’t get little girls, I get boys. Almost my whole family has boys! He said, well, so much for that theory, because here is your little girl. I couldn’t believe it, this little baby moving all around inside of me was my daughter. The one thing I wanted more than anything in this world right now. My husband came around the table and held my hand as my doctor went to the face. I was in utter shock and just couldn’t stop crying out of joy. He showed us how she was opening and closing her eyes a little bit at a time, then all the sudden she opened them again. Her eyes got really wide and her mouth popped open like she had just then realized that we were watching her or something. She then crossed her hands and arms over her face, to I suppose, hide it, or at least in theory. It was amazing. I have a DVD of the whole thing, and I have watched it so many times I know it by heart. I finally got back to my car and immediately called my mom to tell her, and called everyone else. I didn’t realize I knew so many people to call until I was excited to tell everyone about my new baby daughter, Grace LeAnne. I feel her kick and all I can think is oh, my goodness, this is my daughter, Gracie, a part of me. It’s just too good to be true. Then I watch my DVD again. Well, that is my gender baby story, until next time everyone have a great week.