The night before, I was a bundle of nerves. I couldn't think about anything else. I couldn't sleep. I kept counting the hours and minutes until the morning appointment. At 5:30 am the day of, I realized that Joe was also in the same boat because we were both up and couldn't get back to sleep. I think it has a lot to do with the indecision of finding out the gender that kept us on our hands and knees until the last minute.
When the time came to depart, we strapped our girl into her carseat and headed out the door. As it turned out, our cushion time for traffic was unnecessary and we arrived at the hospital 45 minutes before our appointment. So, we made a little detour to a nearby Starbucks where I indulge myself with my usual hot drink, as I read that some caffeine will get baby moving a bit more for better visibility. It turns out to be a bit too much because at certain points, the baby was moving way too much for the technician to capture the necessary images.
We arrived at the appointment on time, did the necessary administrative tasks, and was taken into a dark room where I took my seat front and center next to the high-tech machine and right in front of the flat screen TV that will display our baby for the next 30 minutes. My dear husband and chatterbox toddler next to me. The whole time our darling daughter said hi to her baby sibling, yelling "baby!" In those moments, we were glad to have brought her along.
Baby looks perfect, measured perfectly with a little perfect heartbeat of 154, whatever that means but we were inform that that is where it is supposed to be. We were assured that we have a perfect little person growing inside of me. During it all, we asked our daughter to guess the sex of the baby by saying boy or girl, and every single time, she corrected us with "Noooo, baby!" She is absolutely wise beyond her years because she is so right, boy or girl, it is our little baby, her little sibling, and we are a perfect family of soon to be four.
Without making the decision to find out the sex of the baby, the appointment was a bit lackluster. We have the next five months to get ready for baby's arrival, spend as much time as we can with our first born, and with each other as husband and wife. We originally thought we had a bit more time, but the measurements confirmed that we are a bit farther along than we originally thought and the due date was moved up by a few days, bringing the expected birthday that much closer to our first born's birthday. Soon, we will have two August babies, two children, our girl will understand the trials and surprises of not being the only child. With that, we have five months to all get ourselves prepared, and I am realizing that there is no time long enough for that process.