On Monday I had my 20-week ultrasound. Sadly I had to go alone because Jason and Truman had been projectile vomitting over the weekend (super fun). Truman's sex was a surprise, but we decided to find out this time. The ultrasound tech took forever measuring my fluid, my ovaries, and my placenta . . . and I wanted to growl out her, "Let's look at the baby already!" Finally we got to the good parts, little clenched fists, little feet dancing on my cervix, a fast and steady heartbeat. And then the undeniable fact that this baby is a boy.
I spent a few minutes in the quiet ultrasound room mourning the fact that there would be no girls in our family. And I wondered if the tech noticed.
And then I smiled when I imagined brothers. Wrestling. Tearing apart my house. Eating on my good couch. Sharing a room.
Half-way home, little gecko. We can't wait to meet you.