Weeks passed, it was finally time for our 20-week appointment. The night before I had a dream that the baby was facing the wrong direction and they wouldn’t be able to tell us the gender.
I woke up and said “How terrible would it be if they couldn’t tell us the gender?”
Chris and I both stayed home from work that day because after the appointment we were going to have our gender reveal party in front of our families. When it was finally time to go in for the ultrasound, we were so excited. We had agreed before hand that “as long as the baby has 5 fingers and 5 toes”, we would be happy.
Oh the naïve things you say, let alone think, when you’re pregnant.
As the ultrasound tech was scanning, she stopped and asked if we wanted to know what we were having. Without hesitation we said yes.