Poll and Ultrasound Results

On the poll that I created, 2 votes were for a boy and 6 were for a girl. I don't know where the 6 votes for a girl came from but I know where the 2 votes for a boy came from: Savannah and me. We were the realistic ones apparently since the ultrasound yesterday showed that we are having yet another BOY!

For the sake of making this post as long as all my others I'm going to write about the events leading up to the appointment, during, and after. Our original plan was to have a babysitter (my mom or Laura) come to the house while Jon, Savannah, and I all went to the ultrasound. I had decided it would be fun to have Savannah come along this time since it would be our last and so she could get the news firsthand from the u/s tech. We were supposed to then come home and make an announcement to the rest of the gang. I had recently made an appt for Jon to see his doctor to get somewhat of a physical/checkup since he's been exercising so much and has had issues with low blood sugar lately. The same day as the u/s seemed best since he would already be off from work. His appt was at 3:30...2 hours after the u/s appt and at the exact time Ethan would've been getting out of school.

As the day progressed I found out it was to be Laura that needed to be the babysitter, not my Mom (since she was working at Jason's), so my Mom wanted us to go to her to give her the news. I remembered that Tanner had preschool that day, getting out at 3:00. So how to make an announcement to everyone in a short amount of time? I was starting to get a little stressed about it, not knowing what to do. My friend, Kathy called to tell me they were leaving on a trip and I needed to call her cell phone to tell her. I asked her what she would do in my situation and she mentioned how with their 5th they had their other 4 girls with them because they had no other option. That started plan B.

The way things ended up was that Tanner didn't go to preschool, Savannah and Ethan were both checked out on the way to the appointment and Laura and my Mom both met us there. I thought with so many people (mostly little people) that we would have the tech find out the gender and then have Laura take the little ones out so as not to make a disturbance the rest of the time. But they were quiet and still enough that everyone stayed in there the entire scan, which lasted about 30 min.

The one that was not still at all is the baby inside of me. He was very very wiggly. I was told at our very first appointment that they just got a 3D ultrasound machine. I was all excited for this thinking how cool it was that I would get to experience that for my last one but when I walked in the room I could tell that's not what was on the screen. She said that they still do the diagnostic with the traditional 2D machines but it has the capability of getting a little snapshot in 3D. So at the very end of all the technical stuff she tried to bring up the 3D image on the right hand side of the screen but I guess the baby has to hold still for that because she couldn't get a good image at all. But they do record it to a DVD for you which I have yet to look at.

When the tech went to try to find the gender and as soon as I could tell she was about to get the right view I saw what I had seen the last 3 times. My heart sank and I said, "A boy?!" It sank for myself and it sank for Savannah. I knew she was going to be devastated and I felt so badly for her. I wanted her to have a sister because I know that sisters have a different kind of bond than any other kind of relationship. Granted, given the age difference it wouldn't have been quite the same as most but at least she could have claimed that she had a sister. Once the scan was over and my attention could turn from the monitor I could see how upset she was (she was trying to hold it back though) and as we got closer to the car, the more noticeable it was. By the time she was in the van and in her seat she was literally sobbing and saying, "It's not fair". I felt her pain and I had to do my best to not cry along with her. (It was really really hard!)

After we got home (and she was still crying) I decided that we needed to go have a pity party/girl's night out. We went to a restaurant to have dinner and then went to the mall and probably spent a good 45 minutes just in the store, Claire's. By then it was practically her bed time but we made another (what should've been) quick stop at the grocery store to get her a replacement candy since the boys at home ate one of hers (with permission). We both felt a little better and definitely enjoyed the time together and away from any boys.

Well, speaking of bed time, it is past that time now for the kiddos and my ever-present and helpful husband is downstairs working and it's up to me to get them all in bed. (Bet you couldn't feel the sarcasm and resentfulness in that comment, could you?)