Have you ever been one of those people who think "oh, that could never happen to me?" I certainly have. More specifically, I'm the person whose baby's gender was incorrectly diagnosed!
My husband and I learned last week that, contrary to our belief and the information provided to us over the past five months, our sweet baby number two is not, actually, a boy.
You heard me right. Baby #2 is a she!
Here's the quick version of our story: At about 13 weeks pregnant, I had my end-of-the-first-trimester ultrasound. My doctor's office, with the caveat that it was pretty early, said they were about 75 percent sure it was a boy.
Fast forward two weeks, when my hubs and I (for whom patience is not a virtue) got an elective ultrasound with an ultrasound technician's office and he declared that it was 100 percent a boy. He also called my son's gender at the same time frame, so we trusted him and his opinion. At 20 weeks, I had another ultrasound with my doctor's office. Apparently my little bean had legs crossed and pulled back, so there was no gender confirmation done that day. But we showed the technician the 15 week photos and she, like us, was pretty sure at what we were looking at and said, for sure that's a boy!
Now, here we are, 13 weeks later. My doctor wanted to check my fluid levels (sorry, TMI) and ordered an ultrasound for me last Thursday.
Picture this: My husband, David, and I waltz into the ultrasound room, excited to see our little man. I lay down, the technician squirted the gel all over my stomach, pulled up the image on the television screen and said, "Your baby girl looks perfectly healthy!"
David awkward laughed and said, "Ha! You mean our baby boy?"
"Oh no," the technician says, "this is 100 percent a girl."
Several days and one more third-party ultrasound technician opinion later (who, for the record, unanimously agreed that we are 100 percent having a little girl), the shock remains. Our second child, whom we've already named with a boy name, bought boy clothes for and made a boy nursery for is... a girl! That's some crazy news when you're only about five weeks from meeting her, right?!
Crazy, but unbelievably exciting. It's hard to put into words how we feel. First of all, David and I feel so blessed to have a healthy second baby growing and ready to meet us soon. And, while we were beyond thrilled to have another little boy, we are over the moon excited about the fact that she's a little girl. Seriously, what incredible news! It's like this little creature we had no clue existed in the world has been with us the whole time. It's surreal.
For those of you who are wondering, apparently the original gender confirmations were made in error due to some hormone-surged swollen little girl parts. Again, TMI, but it can happen, apparently. So here we are! I'm 33-weeks pregnant and had my son at 38 weeks, meaning that we've probably got about five weeks to find this sweet little girl a name, some clothes and a nursery. But one thing is for certain- she's already got a huge spot in my and David's hearts and in our little family of soon-to-be four.
Have any of you ever had a mistaken gender confirmation?! We keep laughing that at least we found out now and not in the delivery room... but I'm sure that's happened to some of you out there! I'd love to hear your stories!
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