In about an hour, my wife has an appointment with the ultrasound technician. After four and a half months—really, since the second we starting thinking about having kids—we finally get to find out if our little IT is a girl or a boy. (That is, as my friends point out, if the baby cooperates for the camera.)
I am readying myself for this, the biggest “whoa” moment in a string of “whoa” moments.
“Whoa” moment 1: My wife telling me she was pregnant. We had been trying for a year and a half, so it was big news.
“Whoa” moment 2: Telling family and close friends. We got to relive the happy news over and over again. My wife was on the phone with her mom like 2 nanoseconds after we found out. No surprises there. I chose to wait a little longer to tell my folks. I knew they would be in town for a visit about a month after, so I told them then. For the rest, we adopted a “when it feels right” mentality. I knew it was OK to go viral when my wife posted something on Facebook.
“Whoa” moment 3: The first ultrasound appointment. We got to see our little “nublet,” to see the heartbeat going wild in the grainy moving picture. That little life starting to take shape—indescribable.
“Whoa” moment 4: The first doctor’s appointment. We heard the heartbeat on the doppler machine. It was like a game of Pac Man going on in my wife’s belly. Weechu, weechu, weechu, weechu, weechu.
Finding out whether IT is a boy or a girl will be a “whoa” moment for obvious reasons.
It will set in motion a chain of events that will change our lives forever. We’ll know which name to go with. We’ll know which color to paint the baby’s room. We’ll know which clothes to put on the baby registry.
But beyond that, I envision my life will fast-forward infinitely before my eyes in one direction or another.
- Will I be playing army in the living room … OR dress-up?
- Will I sign my kid up for soccer … OR, well, soccer? (OK, bad example.)
- Will I be conducting “the talk” myself … OR will I say “Go ask your mother”?
- When my child starts to drive, will I be paying an arm and a leg for insurance … OR just through the nose?
- Will I get to tell my son my secret for throwing out a runner at second base?
- OR, speaking of second base: When my daughter starts to date, will I need to buy a shotgun?