Last night, in a panic reminiscent of my early preggo days (peeing on sticks here and there), I put the DVD of our last ultrasound on tv. Why all the panic, you ask? Well, yesterday in my preggo group, a gal due a mere 10 days ahead of me came back from her doctor’s appointment with the announcement that her baby is a BOY and not a girl after all. Yep, at the end of June she was told it was a girl, but alas, they were wrong. Despite being given the “I’m 98% sure it’s a girl” from a tech who had never been wrong before, apparently that 2% is strong!

Now, it’s just the life of a preggo, knowing that nothing is 100% until you deliver.  You won’t REALLY know if it’s a girl or a boy without amnio or CVS testing, you won’t REALLY know if it’s healthy or has some kind of problem. I think this is my issue. After being so sure of the baby being a boy, and it turning out to appear “Girl”, I wonder, was my Mother’s intuition that wrong?

Granted, the sole reason I thought it was a boy was because we conceived on ovulation day, which according to Doctor Shettles usually accounts for a boy being born (different things make sense why, but if you’re familiar with the method, by all accounts we SHOULD have a boy). Then again, we weren’t trying for anything in particular, we just wanted a baby. Why try to be fancy and “create” the sex we wanted? So before you guys think I based timing of intercourse on this guy’s method, have no fear- I just wanted that fetus.

Although the gal on my preggo forum didn’t seem all that thrilled with my questioning her previous ultrasound, and how it could appear boy, she was quite fond of repeating how happy she was to be having a boy after all. Okay, lady, I get that, but tell me: HOW DID THEY GUESS WRONG? Doesn’t she know my sanity is riding on this? Shoddy machinery? The tech drinking on his lunch break? The baby was totally curled up into a ball and the tech thought the butt was a vagina? Yes, a LARGE vagina? Listen, I just want to know what your tech did wrong to make such an error.

We have a lot riding on this baby being a girl- we have clothes and a name and a PLAN. We’ve been referring to her by name, or “Mommy’s little girl” (alternately, “Daddy’s baby girl”), and well… it would be sad for Paul’s mom who wanted a granddaughter so badly. It’s not even about the baby being one or the other- it’s just about being told you have a little boy or girl in there, and finding out it’s something completely different.

Until we can find out at the next ultrasound, I guess we’re just going to have to keep thinking it’s a girl!

Seriously- I know I’m paranoid.