It's weird how you can go a whole 9 months with one baby and never find out whether it's going to be a boy or a girl-- but once you decide you want to know with that second one, it can't come fast enough.
Today was supposed to be my sonogram appointment, but when I called this morning to double check, they informed me that it was just a regular check-up and I would have to get a referral to have the sonogram done somewhere else. Crushing. How could I possibly wait another day when I thought this was going to be the day??
There are definitely some trade-offs to having a midwife, I tell ya. Since I'm going for a VBAC this time, I decided to switch practices and go through a midwife who works at a hospital (the best of both worlds for me, in case anything goes wrong).
But my midwife practice doesn't have the technology to do a lot of this stuff in their offices. I have to go to all these other places to get blood drawn and sonograms and whatever other tests there are. So, seeing as this is my second baby, and I am obviously going to be more lazy about it, I just didn't do any of the tests that were 'optional' :)
Here's the issue: I'm going to the beach for a week starting this Sunday. I HAVE to know this week. I can't go to the beach not knowing. It's just not an option. So I stalked the receptionist 3 different times this morning. I wanted to get the referral before my check-up this afternoon. I wanted to try to get an appointment ASAP. A little psycho? Maybe. I call it persistence.
And I got it. My appointment is for Friday. Just in time to find out before the beach. This day wasn't a total bust, though. I had the cutest thing happen. I asked Niall this morning if he wanted a baby boy or a baby girl as I pointed to my stomach. To my surprise (because this boy barely talks), clear as a bell, he smiled and shyly uttered "Girl!"
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