So, offically, DH and I don't want to know. Really, deep down, I don't. But part of me REALLY wants to know. (And I'm not even sure what I'm "hoping" for. I really want a girl, but at the same time, I really like the boy's name we have picked out and I want to use it!)
So, going in, I was secretly hoping one of two things would happen:
1.) It would be SO obvious what the baby was that even I could figure it on my own.
2.) The lab tech or doc would forget to ask me if I wanted to know and tell me anyway.
Fortunately or unfortunately (depending on how I look at it!), neither one of those things happened. In fact, the doc told me that it was a good thing I didn't want to know, b/c baby had it's legs crossed; he couldn't have told me anything anyway. (Apparently, the baby was sitting indian style, on his feet, on my cervix. So the poor tech had a hard time even finding the feet!)
I guess this is God's way of telling me I wasn't supposed to know anyway, but I can't help but feel a little disappointed I didn't "accidentally" find out
Tune in in 4 months to find out what it is
So, going in, I was secretly hoping one of two things would happen:
1.) It would be SO obvious what the baby was that even I could figure it on my own.
2.) The lab tech or doc would forget to ask me if I wanted to know and tell me anyway.
Fortunately or unfortunately (depending on how I look at it!), neither one of those things happened. In fact, the doc told me that it was a good thing I didn't want to know, b/c baby had it's legs crossed; he couldn't have told me anything anyway. (Apparently, the baby was sitting indian style, on his feet, on my cervix. So the poor tech had a hard time even finding the feet!)
I guess this is God's way of telling me I wasn't supposed to know anyway, but I can't help but feel a little disappointed I didn't "accidentally" find out
Tune in in 4 months to find out what it is
