Twenty weeks. That was how long Marlon and I had to wait until we could find out the sex of our baby. When I first heard this at the start of my pregnancy, 20 weeks—the halfway point—seemed like an eternity. I couldn’t wait for that moment to arrive.
But then life took off at warp speed. And now we know!
Yes, we’re that happy. A delirious, confetti-throwing kind of happy!
We found out at our 20-week ultrasound scan last Thursday. There was no mistaking it when she—I can now say she!—pressed her butt flat up against the probe, broadcasting her itty bitty lady parts on the big screen. “It’s a girl,” announced the ob-gyne on duty, a tall, stern white-haired man who sounds very strongly like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
“Yes, I can see that!” I replied. Marlon, who was by the screen capturing this on video, came over and squeezed my hand. “We’ll embarrass her with this when she’s a teenager,” he joked. At least I think he was joking.
Now that we know, I feel like a big piece of the puzzle has fallen into place… like something has been completed. Now I can picture her in my mind, and try out her name to see if it fits. Now I can start choosing colors for clothes, thinking about a nursery, knitting, sewing, shopping, planning, doing! Now I can think of her as her, our daughter.
Our daughter. Just thinking of those words gives me a warm feeling in my chest, and I have to breathe in deep just to contain the happiness. Or maybe I just need to throw a little more pink confetti!