But there was an obstacle in the course. At 9:30 am, my OB left me a voicemail: "Hi Amy, we're going to have to cancel your ultrasound today because the tech is sick and is going home with the flu." Commence epic meltdown. I begged the secretary and a patronizing office nurse, asking through sobs if there ANY way I could just get a quick boy/girl check today. I literally couldn't wait one more minute, let alone another 5 days.
After seeing me cry, my work bestie emailed the office coordinator in OB about me (remember I work for the same health system). Long story short, I was able to get my husband to come in 45 minutes later before the tech left. And without further ado...
I admit I was floored! Ever since conception I felt I was carrying a boy. I'm having a hard time mentally adjusting to the siwtch, but I'm still really happy. Best of all, she checked out healthy!
I feel like I can relate/handle a little girl better, plus the shallow part of me is thrilled to have a little lady to dress up in lace, ribbon, and bows and share my love of dresses. We're also close to a name. We had a top contender before we found out she was a girl, but we're not 100%. We are still using it, letting it roll of our tongues rather easily, so I'm pretty sure it will stick at this rate.
Now we can really begin preparing!
