This afternoon was the 20 week ultrasound & I had been nervous all day. The nightmares really did a number on me & I was a little anxious to go to the appointment. I got a backpack full of snacks, coloring books, stickers & a few surprise new toys (2 cars & 2 dinosaurs) together for Logan during the appointment. We picked up Bill from work & Logan fell asleep in the car on the way there.
We checked in & were seen pretty much right away. Logan was great, sitting there quietly with Bill as the technician was taking pictures of the baby & explaining what she saw. He ate his bee crackers & played with stickers despite not having a nap. I was really proud of him. The beginning of the appointment was a little rough because I could feel my heart racing, my blood pressure rising & having a mini-panic attack. The technician started to get pictures of the profile where we could clearly see the baby. Being the cry-baby that I am during appointments like this, tears just streamed down my cheeks as I smiled at Bill & Logan who were smiling back at me.
Everything looked great, although at the time the baby was breech & we couldn't check for gender or see the tailbone (which is important). Apparently I didn't drink enough water before hand (even though it felt like I was going to pee myself on the table) & some things were difficult to see. But, just as we were about to call it quits & come back for another ultrasound in the next week, the baby turned.
I saw as clear as day before the technician said anything. "Oh! It's a boy! You don't have to even say anything because there's no question about it", I said. By the look on the technicians face, it seemed as though I stole a bit of her thunder as I'm sure this is a big positive part of her job. "You see that, huh. Yep, it's a boy. No denying it for sure", she replied.
She was able to get pictures of everything she needed to & it all looked great. We gathered our things (spilling Logan's sippy cup of water all over the floor) & did a follow up with my OB afterward who also confirmed that the baby looked good. She answered a few questions that I had (more zofran refills, why is my hair falling out already, I have pain in the same spot I had the sonogram checking on the breast lump - which now I need to have another to double check). By this point Logan was getting restless & asking to go home. But still, he was doing really well.
While waiting for the Doctor to come in the exam room, Bill was telling me that he was getting congratulatory text messages from his coworkers all welcoming "Hank" to the family. Over the last few weeks Bill has been insisting on naming our baby Hank if we were having a boy (this is a post for another day). However, we both looked at each other & quickly agreed on Carter Liam. We even pinky swore on it so it's a done deal.
So snakes & snails & puppy dog's tails for sure. Our house is all boy. We're so excited & can't wait to welcome Carter to the family at the end of September!