The wife is in her 22nd week of pregnancy. Just slightly over the midway point. Everything is going well. Last Friday was the appointment where they completed a full ultrasound examining anatomy and determining the gender, if you want. As the day grew closer more people began to suggest that we wait for the delivery room to find out the sex.
“It’s so exciting” they said.
“It’s such a surprise” they clamored.
“There’s no feeling like it” they noted.
You know what? They were right. It was a surprise, it was exciting, and there has not been another feeling like that in my life. I fail to see how any of these emotions would be better experienced twenty weeks later after my wife has spent, in all likelihood, at least a few hours evicting a tiny human from her body. Not to mention the fact that by keeping the reveal until the time of delivery, we would be bombarded with green and yellow, and yellow and green, blankets and onsies and toys etc. etc. etc.
Being planners we wanted to know the gender. We wanted to fully decide on a name. We wanted to have the nursery completely ready and gender specific. We wanted to connect with our unborn tot and be able to say his or her, instead of it or just baby. We wanted to be prepared.
So, it’s a boy. A little human boy that despite most of his and my efforts, will end up being fairly similar to me as a man. It’s a boy and we can prepare ourselves. It was a truly emotional day that we were able to celebrate as it’s own exciting part of the pregnancy. The anatomy of my son also looked “beautiful” to quote the technician, and that really was all were were hoping for. We are blessed.
Time to get working on that To-Do list.