A Goil

On Wednesday we went to my perinatologist's office for a Level II ultrasound. The sonographer did a thorough check of all of baby's major organs, the arteries, the chambers of the heart, head measurements, etc. Most of it looked like grey, grainy blobs or squiggly lines to me. Thank God for experts! And thank God for the miracle that is my human body, building another little human body with all its amazing intricasies. As I joked the other day, I'm glad that all happens naturally because I'd never remember to complete all those details on my own -- even if I had a nice to-do list with my beloved check boxes next to each item, e.g. "form superior and inferior vena cava" -- the phone would ring halfway through, and I'd get distracted, and I'd forget where I left off, and soon it would be another project gathering dust in the closet.

But it's all taken care of -- my body is building away, forming and creating and cell-by-cell making a beautiful baby girl.

Yup! It is definitely a girl. So my arbitrary choosing of the pronoun "she" can be done without said arbitrariness. I was "fired" by my perinatologist the other day. (That's exactly what she said -- "You're fired!") Things are going well enough that I only have to go back if something goes wrong. From here on in, I will be seeing my regular OB -- one more appointment in mid-January, and weekly visits starting in February until the baby is born in May.

But we're still in the woods. There are a couple things to keep tabs on (gestational diabetes, which will be checked on in a couple weeks, and a couple other age-related [sigh] issues). But so far things on the baby front are going swell. Henry will have, as he says, a "sistah" -- a "goil baby" -- if everything continues to go well.

And I have the lovely prospect of perusing all those aisles of baby girl clothes at the thrift stores. Not being much of a girly-girl myself, I fear that I may overcompensate with the pouffy skirts and the pink spangles and the shiny little beribboned shoes -- and before long I'll have a 3-year old that looks like a drag queen.

Hurrah!

Comments

[Cindy]

Congrats on the great check-up. Good news. They say that girls are different than boys so this will be new territory! I was wondering if you would go for the pink and sparkles or not. Just don't let it go on to too old of an age. Remember what the Dustin Hoffman character said in Rainman when asked if he liked the hooker? "Yah, she's sparkly, very sparkly."