I’m having a baby. Soon. Two weeks from today in fact.
Last time, things went great, till the very end, then there was a complete lack of amniotic fluid just past my due date, then 4 days of labor and a c-section. In case you can’t guess, it sucked out loud. I don’t recommend it.
So, to allay my fears, the great midwives who are taking care of me gave me an ultrasound today to check my fluid levels (sort of like my Honda – after all there was a dipstick of sorts). In short, all is well. The nurse says I have great pockets of fluid, and that was really all we wanted to find out from today’s ultrasound sneaky peak.
When things are going well with the baby, the tech wants to be chatty and share. (When the news is not great, however, the wandslinger is always tight lipped. There’s nothing like being astride the stirrups, and knowing from the look on the face of your technician that your cycle is not going well, no joy this month, that will be $400 please… But I digress back down a maddening path from the past.) Today, the nurse pointed out the usual: baby knees are here, back is here, that’s some practice breathing there and the heart’s all a flutter down this way, and, see this, there’s a lot of hair.
Not to be dumb or anything, but I was so surprised by HAIR. Eleanor was born with a fine head of hair, so it didn’t seem unreasonable that the new baby might just ALSO have hair. But. I hate to say I hadn’t given it much thought. I’ve been almost NOT thinking about this baby’s features. Tony and I blue skied a lot about how Eleanor would turn out when we were pregnant the first time; His nose and her ears? Heaven forbid! Her nose and his ears, ah, now that is a better combo – less aardvarkish at least.
I feel kind of guilty that I haven’t spent much time daydreaming about meeting this second child. The thought that she will be born with hair comes as a shock, and now my curiosity is all bubbling to the surface. Will she look like Elly? Will she look like that afore mentioned aardvark? She’s becoming so real now, I just can’t wait to meet her.
So, the ultrasound technology tells me that the little person I will greet in just two weeks will possess girl parts and hair. It seems like so much to know before the baby actualy is born, but also such the tip of the iceberg. Some would say I have spoiled the last great mystery about life by knowing the gender of the baby before it is born, but I think there’s a million other little mysteries for which we will have to await resolution: Will she like raisins? What side of the bed will she want to sleep on? Can she sing? Cats or dogs? Beatles or Rolling Stones? Ketchup or mustard? Coke or “get out of my house with at high fructose corn syrup nasty!”?
I know so little. And I have a lot of learning to do. Again.