Well, silly little me! I always thought that when they told you the sex of the baby during an ultrasound, they'd do so with some degree of certainty... I mean, they're supposed to be able to tell if my baby - still only the size of a small doll - has a cleft palate or club foot, but they cannot tell me if that's labia or testicles? Fuck!
Anyway, they're 75% sure it's a little...
Margaret Rose is still expected to join us on April 21st or somewhere thereabouts. We will call her Maggie. With every squirm or kick, I love her a little more.
Also done today... The Glucose Screen. This test checks for Gestational Diabetes. It's one blood test after fasting overnight, then they give you the nastiest shit in the world to drink and take your blood one and two hours later. Making a pregnant woman go 14 hours without food is just plain mean! Given that I am not much of a fan of the sweets, the nasty McDonald's Orange Drink of Death was a real treat for Kicky who noted her approval by hoofing the crap out of my cervix. At one point I swore I was going to look down and see a foot sticking out. But no, just random Mommy abuse. I look back at those early little flutters with much longing.
Girls are awesome! Congrats!!
Margaret Rose is a beautiful name!
Thanks! :) It's one name for a grandmother on either side. Also, I think there's something sweet about a little girl a classic old name.
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