Hi guys. We have such big news today! Last week at the ultrasound we were able to find out the sex of our baby! Remember how I’d been stressing so hard that I wouldn’t get to share the news in person with my family? Here is the story of how it went down.
I made a batch of cookies specifically for our ultrasound tech and brought them in to our appointment. She was so touched that I’d done that she looked like she was going to cry. It also happened to be her 50th anniversary that day, so I guess she was feeling extra sentimental. Once I got onto the bed I explained the situation to her, how I was really close to my family, how I had been away for the entire pregnancy, how I wanted so much to share this news with them, how I was leaving shortly and there wasn’t enough time for the results to get back to my doctor, and she told us she couldn’t tell us what it was, as per protocol. I told her I understood, “it’s like how a nurse can’t diagnose x-rays” I said, which she seemed to appreciate.
Through the entire screening she labels and explains things like
“Here is the arm.” “This is the top of the eye sockets”, and when we got to the underneath bits she just labelled “XX”. I had NO idea what I was looking at down there, so I asked. She said “Well this is the part you want to see” and she ran the cursor over the middle of the legs.
I didn’t see a mast flying, so I figured my chances at guessing girl were pretty good.
“Did you see how I labelled it?” the tech asked. We had, but neither Shane or I knew which chromosome was male and which was female. I felt so dumb. I thought it meant boy. Shane did too. 15 minutes later we were leaving the room, basically running down the hallway to the front doors.
“Is XX a boy?” I asked him.
“I…think so?” he answered.
“Let’s check” I pulled out my phone, and googled “XX human chromosome” It brought us to some chat rooms. Most people seemed to agree.
“GIRL, IT’S A GIRL” I squealed! “IT MEANS SHE’S A GIRL!” my voice was getting higher and higher. Shane took the phone from me to do more searching.
I knew it was a girl, as soon as I had thought boy, it felt wrong. There was no way there was a boy in there. I was convinced it was a girl, we both were. Shane got quiet. I could tell he was processing. I could almost sense the fear. He was going to have a little girl to protect, to love, to fear for. I was on cloud nine. My little girl was inside me. My little Hazel.
So there you have it. Hazel Mae Trobacher coming April 2015!