So, the big question…. Is Pepsi a miss or a mister?
I went for my 20 week ultrasound as scheduled by my birthing clinic. At this visit I was supposed to learn if Pepsi’s spine was straight and if Pepsi decided to be a dude or a lady.
All the important stuff was good: Intact spine, lips are attached, there is a chin, normal heartbeat, 2 legs, 2 arms, 2 hands, 2 feet, 2 nostrils (who knew they could see so much in those fuzzy, grainy pictures?!), 2 eyes, 2 kidneys, a stomach, a brain, and I even saw one tiny little ear.
What else could we see? Well, Pepsi sure is extra wiggly! They had a hard time getting all the info they needed because of all the wiggling.
But they said it’s one good looking baby… not exactly sure what that means – and maybe they say that to everyone… but it sure sounded good.
All the kick kick kicking has started too – it is super gentle and I never even noticed it until yesterday – because Pepsi is mostly kicking into the placenta instead of into me (what a thoughtful baby). But there sure is a lot of it going on.
And boy or girl?!
Well, they asked if we wanted to know and then they said they would send the results to my doctor and the doctor would let me know in a few days.
What the what?!
That was such a disappointment that I checked with my midwife to see what the heck was going on.
She said they aren’t supposed to divulge the sex of the baby until 20 weeks and I won’t be 20 weeks until tomorrow. Seriously, tomorrow.
I understand the importance of rules – but that is being excessively strict, don’t you think? Especially since they are the ones that scheduled my 20 week ultrasound on the Monday instead of the Tuesday.
Yes, it is called the 20 week ultrasound. So why schedule it then? It’s not called the: 19 weeks and 6 days ultrasound. It’s not called the: get everyone excited for the big reveal and then disappoint us ultrasound. It’s the 20 week ultrasound and that’s how it was scheduled for me.
I know I’ll find out soon enough. And I know it doesn’t really matter one way or another. But still! What a bunch of technical jerks. Don’t they know I want to pick a real name and go with a proper pronoun?
At least Pepsi is all wiggly and has a bunch of arms and stuff.
And yes, I do have a new picture of Pepsi. But I’m not going to share it with you because…. gross. Who wants to see a picture of Pepsi mushing his (or her) little face into my placenta? Probably not anybody, ever.
Here’s a drawing of a naked lady and a grapefruit instead.