For about the past two months or so I have been convinced that Baby Newsom was a boy. This may sound silly, especially to those who don’t believe (I’m not too sure if I do anymore either), but a friend of a family member who is “psychic” told me that I was going to have a boy. This person told me a few other things about my life that is true, but not 100% consistent. He was so adamant that my baby was a boy that he didn’t even hesitate when he learned that I was pregnant. So, being me, I believed him. Since that point, the possibility that Baby Newsom was a girl was gone. Baby Newsom was a boy and I had his name picked out, I had his nursery picked out, and I was even calling it he instead of he or she in conversation. So when I went to my sonogram appointment on December 23rd I was basically just there to confirm what I already knew…it’s a boy.
I had my sonogram while Aaron and I were visiting our families in Orange County for Christmas. I had scheduled it that way so my mother could come too (and because I really freakin’ wanted to know!). I wasn’t nervous like I always thought I would be when we got there. I was just going to have someone tell me that I was having a boy (duh!). I go into the sonogram room, lie on the table, scoot my pants down and wait for the obvious. While applying the goop to my stomach, the technician asked me what I thought the sex was. “Oh, it’s a boy for sure,” I tell her. Within a few seconds she had the wand on my stomach and focused in on something. “So, how disappointed will you be if you are wrong?” she asks me. At that moment I realized, you mean I could be wrong? I told her I would not be disappointed at all. She then tells me she sees a vagina. I couldn’t believe my ears (mostly because what my eyes were seeing looked like nothing of the sort). We are having a girl!!!! I was in shock and in tears. At that moment it became apparent that I had wanted a girl so badly that I had convinced myself it was the opposite to protect myself from being disappointed. Of course, if it had been a boy, I would still be over the moon, but man, I really wanted a girl. While still in shock, we watched as baby girl floated around in my womb. She even opened her mouth like she was yawning (let’s hope she isn’t already trying to scream) and she was so freakin’ cute.
So here we are…having a baby girl. I now get to start all over with the picking out of the name (I will share one of these days) and her nursery and all of the other fun stuff that comes along with have a girl. Since that day I have turned into such a mush. I cry anytime I think about her for more than 5 seconds. Boo hoo hoo…I’m having a girl…boo hoo hoo. I love her so much already that it scares me. I can’t even fathom how I will feel when I see and hold her for the first time. Of course, I probably wont get to hold her too long before Aaron snatches her from me and hogs her for the rest of her life. If she is anything like her mother, she will be a very good (sometimes naughty) girl.
Here we are, me and my baby girl (bump)
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