Today’s the day of Angel Boy and DIL’s all-important twenty week ultrasound.
Hopefully, my little Angel Baby will be in the right position in utero to determine exactly what’s growing in there.
Not that I have a real preference, although I am partial to little boys (in a totally appropriate way, of course. I know that didn’t come out exactly right lol.)
In my own case, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was going to deliver a boy, and back then there wasn’t the same kind of ultra sensitive technology to actually SEE it, but I wanted to wait until I delivered to prove everyone right, and I was.
Just last week, my son’s dad and I were discussing how absolutely SURE I was that I was carrying a boy; it’s one of those things I just KNEW but couldn’t tell you why or how I was so convinced.
It’s not like I’m normally very psychic; this was an isolated incident.
When my belly was sliced open for that emergency C-section and they pulled him out, the doctor showed him first to my son’s dad and then to me and when he announced his gender, I was all like, “Whatever, of course; DUH. Now get your hands off of him and give him to me. He’s MINE.”
And that’s pretty much my entire mommy motto right there.