Let's see where to begin...
I received a phone call from my doctor on Monday asking if I could move up my appointment to Tuesday. I couldn't believe my luck- I had already been contemplating calling them and seeing if they could move it up because I couldn't wait any longer. I NEEDED to know the sex of the baby.
Finally, Tuesday 3pm comes around and I bolt out of work. I was excited and nervous. Just like Oprah tells you if you want something you need to envision it. Therefore, I had envisioned my reaction when the doctor tells me we were having a boy- and it turns out my due date was sooner rather than later.
It's 350pm I am laying on the table in the doctors office completely in awe of what I was seeing on the screen. A real baby!!! It wasn't a blob anymore. I was so excited so then I nonchalantly tried to confirm with the nurse it was a boy. Silence.
Unfortunately the baby would not cooperate with the nurse and refused to show us its kibbles and bits. The angle the nurse had to guess at wasn't ideal- but she said if she had to guess it would be a girl. I started to laugh. I mean like I hysterically started to laugh. Darrell's face was completely straight. It looked like he had just seen a ghost. The doctor confirmed the nurse's thoughts but reiterated that neither could be 100% sure due to the baby's noncooperation.
Then to put the icing on the cake my doctor informs me the baby is on target for a November 3rd delivery verses an October 27th delivery. Awesome.
All I have to say is Oprah was so wrong about envisioning the future and it will happen.
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