Last week, KCMarie left a comment asking what gender I thought the baby was. I didn't post anything then, since I didn't want to skew the poll results. But now that the big ultrasound is tomorrow, I'll share. Both Jeramy and I feel pretty strongly that we're having a boy. Now I don't buy into any of those old wives tales. Given my background in research and science, anything that is not backed by a randomized control trial is just a myth to me. Admittedly, we are both probably biased in our male inklings, as the males on his side of the family has a history of producing Y chromosomes that goes back a couple generations. The poll results lean slightly towards girl, so perhaps you all are right. I mean we all have a 50/50 chance of being right after all.
Now just because I think its a boy doesn't mean I prefer a boy. Honestly I just want a healthy baby that is either a boy or a girl. I hope I'll be the kind of parent who does not place demands on who my child is to be in life or try to live my failed hopes and dreams through them. And part of that is understanding that gender is something I have no control over. I just hope to God that I do find out the baby's sex tomorrow, because I'm not sure that I can take the "do you want a boy or girl" questions any longer. It is not the question that I'm opposed to necessarily. I think it is the skeptical looks I get for my neutral stance, the propagation of old wives tales and the opinions/preferences of the questioners that are really starting to irk me. What is perhaps even worse are suggestions that we are having twins, even though we've repeatedly told people that four ultrasounds have confirmed that only one being is occupying my uterus (not to mention the scan that showed one mature follicle at ovulation).
So while tomorrow afternoon cannot get here soon enough, it will get here. I only wish that I had a smidgen of an ability to concentrate in the meantime, but it sounds like the ultrasound will not cure that problem anyhow. So I'll leave you with this 20 week belly pic. I'm looking bigger, I think (and I'm referring to my stomach here and not my double chin or thighs).