We're supposed to find out the gender this week at my 20-week ultrasound (the anatomical scan). I'm DYING to know. It's all I've been thinking about, and I mean, ALL I've been thinking about. My husband doesn't seem to be nearly as anxious to know, but I literally think about it every few minutes.
Just to give you an idea of how obsessed I've been about this lately, when my husband and I were looking for curtains for our living room this weekend at Bed, Bath & Beyond, our conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Do you think the lighter cream ones or the cream ones with brown stripes?
Him: I don't know, you decide.
Me: Maybe the brown stripes will make the room look too dark. What do you think?
Him: I don't know.
Me: Maybe this sheer cream one will lighten the room more.
Him: I don't know.
Me: Can you believe we find out THIS week?
Him: Find out what?
Me: The gender! Aren't you excited?!
Me: I CANNOT wait!
Him: So which curtains do you want?
To be fair, my husband is excited about the baby — it's not that he couldn't care less or anything. I think he's actually worried that if the baby turns out to be a boy, I'll be upset. And while it's true, that I definitely had a preference for a girl as my first baby, I swear, I've gotten to a place lately where I am just so excited to know more about who this baby is, that I would really be happy with either gender. I mean, either way, this will be MY little boy or girl. Knowing the sex will just make it feel so real. The baby right now is still pretty unformed in my mind, but I imagine that being able to visualize a baby boy or a baby girl will somehow make it much more tangible to me.
Of course I'm also praying that everything on the anatomical scan looks normal and healthy — and that the technician can tell with some certainty whether or not there is a penis in the picture. I seriously will stand on my head if it will help the technician get a better view of the genitals. Let's hope it doesn't come to that. Wish me luck!