The Ultrasound Was an Ultra-Surprise!

We sat in the dimly lit office as the ultrasound tech squirted the jelly on my wife's belly and began to slide the monitor around to find that little squirmer.  She deftly located and measured head, heart, bladder, larger bones - as we waited for some kind of explanation of the black and white images as they seemed to morph,  fluid-like,  from one vaguely recognizable shape to another.  She had asked at the beginning if we wanted to know what we were having, to which we'd immediately said "yes!"  As of yet, the legs were closed, so she continued examining the mini-person, organs and other contents of my wife's growing mid-section.

We have two daughters and frankly were expecting another.  We were just waiting for our little one's legs to part long enough for the tech to spot and point out the tell-tale three lines indicating what they call the "hamburger" and confirming the female status of our next child.

We were sitting anxiously, yet quietly, when - without warning -  she said, "You better start adjusting, that's a penis."  What?!  Are you sure?!  We thought we only made girls!  There must be a mistake!  Check again.  Are you sure that's not something else?  Maybe it's a misplaced nose or ear or an extra leg or something, something, something else - right!?  Please check again - are you sure?  Are you 100% positive that's a boy?  "Nothing is 100% with ultrasounds," she replied.  "But that's a penis."

We were stunned.  We had truly not seriously considered the possibility of having a boy.  We knew about girls.  That's what made sense to us.  A baby girl - pink, little dresses, tiny fountain pig tails on top of her little head, fairies and princesses and Strawberry Shortcake...  One simple swiping wipe from front to back to clean you up when we change your diaper... this is what we knew to expect.  We'd had our name for months!  A girl's name for the younger sister of our 2 girls who would share a room and share all their hand-me-down clothes and dress-up clothes and hair ties and hair clips and head bands and cute little frilly...ARE YOU SURE THAT'S A PENIS?!  I mean -  it's just a little dot, the size of an eraser.  It could be anything, right? Right?! Look again - Check again from another angle...  We were expecting a girl and, um...What do we do with a penis?  This is NOT what we've been preparing for!

Somehow the nice ultrasound person didn't seem to sense our smoldering hysteria.  Perhaps it was because the hysteria was largely bottled up inside.  Nonetheless, we felt it so strongly that we hardly said a thing.  If you looked closely at either of us at that moment, you would have clearly noticed the size of our eyeballs, which I'm positive was at least double their normal size.  At this moment, it might have been nice to have our daughters with us, because we were so overwhelmed with this impending boy, that we were stunned speechless.

We walked out of the place clutching each other like zombies.  We drove to a nearby Dunkin Donuts to  decompress and wallow.  Yes, I said wallow.  We lamented all the adorable tiny girl outfits that were folded, categorized by age in months, sitting in a closet - just waiting to be worn by our newest family member.  Alas, it was never to be.  Watery-eyed, we tossed back our iced-coffee and sulked as we ate our donuts.  What about the name - the initials - the bathroom regimen?  Everything had been carefully worked out according to our forgone conclusion of a 3 daughter family.  Now we had suddenly become a 2 daughter and a foreskin family.  How are we supposed to adjust to that?

This day had become something we truly had not bargained for.  And yet - here we were, alone to commiserate.  Of course we were forbidden to share this with anyone.  According to the well-known rules of the We're-just-happy-to-be-having-a-healthy-baby announcement, under no circumstances is one permitted to even utter anything that would imply a lack of gratitude.  People try for years to have children and spend thousands of dollars to no avail.  How dare we suggest disappointment at the gender of  our THIRD child, no less!  How dare we!  But still, we dared.  For the time being, sitting there at DD.  We were not just disappointed, we felt let-down, jipped, dupped, mislead.  We held hands and, somehow, we got through it.

Naturally we began to feel better and better even on the drive home.  After all,  we are going to have a baby again, and there is no denying this impending infusion of joy.  Plus, we'll get to use the phrase "little guy" -  and it really will be our own little guy.  We'll get to cradle his warm body and smell his grapefruit-sized head and marvel at the tininess of his poops.  Seriously how could we not be excited, curious and - yes - very, very happy.   But whenever we need a reminder of how we first felt, we just take a look at our gender-reveal video.  In it, our oldest child clearly and unapologetically shows us exactly how we felt when we first heard the news...

Gender Reveal Video