“Sometimes the best thing that you can do is not think, not wonder, not imagine and not obsess. Just breathe and have faith that everything will work out for the best.”
Everything won’t stop growing. I’ve resorted to all my ‘stretchy’ clothes and have been on the shopping venture to purchase maternity bras. Oh my… that was definitely a venture! It took 4 stores and trying on every possible brand to find one that actually fit properly, and with help from the lovely shop assistant, I have left with a supported bust but an empty wallet.
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17 Weeks
The next few weeks are going to be interesting. My morphology scan is scheduled and I know I’m only a few weeks from moving into uncharted territory. The morphology ultrasound is usually the ‘exciting’ scan conducted anywhere between 17-20 weeks. This is usually when couples have the ‘finding out gender’ debate. Time to work out your grand announcement! A
reveal cake? “He or she? Open to see!” Or maybe a box filled with blue/pink balloons to release into the wilderness? It is also usually the last time a couple sees their baby on screen before they meet in person.
I feel sick. Even though we’ve already had a ‘type’ of morphology ultrasound during the early anomaly scan, it still doesn’t feel any easier. Also, we already know we’re having a boy, so the anticipation doesn’t apply this time ’round. Despite all this, I keep finding myself replaying the eager discussion I had with hubby before the morphology scan last time; “A boy or a girl? How exciting! We can finally go shopping!” The predictions, the anticipation, the imagination that escaped us when thinking of who the little he or she would be and what we would do with them. I remember being asked if we were going to find out? Of course we are! I remember being asked if we had a preference. Huh? I’ve made predications, but a preference?
Umm… I’ll take the healthy one, thanks! Yeah, yeah… you’ve heard it a million times before, “I just want a healthy baby, that’s all that matters”. But truthfully now… what are you hoping for? Of course you want the healthy one. No one wishes for anything other than health, do they?… but do you want a boy first to protect his younger siblings? Or a girl first to mother her brothers and sisters to come? Do you want one of each? Or maybe girl, boy, girl, boy? Or maybe 2 boys and 1 girl like your family…?
Huh? No really. It sounds absurd but I’m sure you’ve heard these conversations countless times. We make, well what I thought, were light-hearted predictions, but the whole concept of gender preferences baffled me. People actually proactively trying to achieve a gender with the diets and positions and hopes for either a boy or a girl. The endless advice of doing it this way and eat this at that time. Some even going abroad to dabble in gender selection technologies. Each to their own, I guess. Actually, to be completely honest, I always thought couples that were so eager for a particular gender were just ungrateful.
It wasn’t until I came across an article one day that brought some insight into this thing called “Gender Disappointment” or “Boy-Girl Blues” that I realised maybe this was actually a real thing and not just pretentious narcissists being precious. As I discreetly tucked my judges wig away, I actually feel extremely blessed to not be a victim of such feelings of resentment or disappointment. The truth is gender preference is actually the rule and not the exception. No amount of mummy shaming can change the fact that it is completely ‘normal’ to feel some form of hope that your offspring will be of a specific gender, which in turn can be followed by disappointment. The clause is, however, that such desires need to be recognised merely as ‘feelings’ and not a reality of true loss. Very deep, doctor man. Like all things, a root cause is always to blame for such disappointments regarding gender, and couples should “work to understand the source of their disappointment”. From what I’ve read, it seems that the first point of blame for such feelings is our wonderful imaginations. We let it run wild, dreaming of birth orders and what will make our family unit complete. Imagining baby boys and girls with brothers and sisters, frilly dresses and rockets ships, dance recitals and soccer matches.
It’s also said that preconceived notions about gender exacerbate disappointments, but who is to blame for that? Well, all of us, I guess. Maybe we all are the root cause for Gender Disappointment? The praise when mothers finally give birth to a boy after having all girls (or vice versa). The sighs of “another one” or “better luck next time” when ones blessed with all daughters or all sons. The comments of “you can stop now” when “lucky” couples have one of each. The pressures people feel to live up to family or personal expectations…
“…to carry the name”,
“…to have a sisters like I did”,
“…to have a relationship like I have with my mum”,
“…so I’ll be looked after in my old age”,
“…to complete our family”
“… to have a mate for life”
The amount of pressure to live up to both these societal and personal expectations is unfair (and this is without even diving into cultural pressures! That’s a thesis in itself). You would think that in this day and age we’d be at a place where we could truly say without any sway of biased hope, I just want a healthy one. Another smart doctor lady said, “The problem is we put too much stress on gender… Once the child is born, you will fall in love with the individual… sex doesn’t matter… because little boys and little girls all have varying attributes”. Amen, sister. We need to stop listening to those comments that “boys are a handful” and “girls are difficult” and imagine the attributes you want to see in your child. Why can’t a daughter go fishing or ride bikes with Dad? Why can’t a son be thoughtful and considerate? In the long run, it would be nice to have everything how we’ve imagined it, but does it really bother you to have a brood of healthy, active children, despite their gender…? Or are we really just being ungrateful? I know for sure, all I want is the healthy, living, breathing one.
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18+5 weeks
As the scan day arrives, everything is the same as last time, however, there is no quiet joy bouncing from the walls this time. There are no quiet feelings of excitement or wonder. There is just a despondent knowing that these next few weeks will either make me or break me.
Please have mercy. Please be ok. Please be healthy.
The scan shows everything is well. Bub is still a boy and the doc feels it’s necessary to reprint a photo for proof. I guess this is the only appropriate time to be carrying around a photo of testicles? Get the blue ready, but don’t get it out quite yet.
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19 Weeks
“Stop waiting for Friday, for Summer, for someone to fall in love with you, for life. Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make the most of the moment you are now in.”
*Smart doctor man= Dr. Joshua Coleman, Ph.D.
*Smart doctor lady= Dr. Ruth Wilf, CNM, Ph.D.