A sonographer told me a few months ago that “since I was a
Scorpio” I should have a good amount of “intuition” about what the sex of my
baby was. So now that I know my Greysen
is on the way, it is interesting to look back over the past 13 weeks and
realize just how much intuition I really had…
When I
first learned I was pregnant, I was certain it was a boy. Like 210% certain that we were expecting a
Greysen. I can even be heard referring
to him as a “he” on the first and second ultrasound videos. I actually bought a few things for our boy
nursery theme (which I’ll reveal on my next post). On the second ultrasound, though, I let the
“old wives tales” derail my intuition a bit, because his heart rate was a
strong and fast 176 BPM. That and the
fact that I’d had 2 dreams we were having a girl really made me question my
initial thought that it was a boy. So up
until my first perinatal appointment about a month ago, I was about 75%
convinced that it was a girl. But at the
perinatal appointment, I started beginning to go back to my initial feeling
that it was a boy. Just something about
the way he looked on ultrasound and how similar his little personality was to
his daddy’s (he’s a little stubborn like his daddy…) made me think, “Hmmm…I’m
beginning to think this really might be Greysen…”
But seeing
that unmistakable “sign” that he was a boy on Saturday was just…man I can’t
even describe it. Immediately I yelled
out his name and my brain started dressing him in bow ties and newsies
hats. My heart started envisioning his
tiny little body sleeping peacefully on my chest with his hands scrunched up
under his chin like he is every time we see him on ultrasound…
In the last
48 hours I’ve been imagining his slobbery kisses on my cheeks, his perfect
little coos and baby smiles. I imagine
him crawling through the halls of our house, tugging on Matilda’s tail, chewing
on anything that will hold still. I
think about him playing sports, and being a scholar like his daddy, and being a
gentleman. I envision the little ladies
at church just fawning over how adorably dapper he is, I think about my Greysen
being the one to take care of me and Jonathan in our old age. I imagine him protecting his younger
siblings. I think about getting those big
huge “boy who loves his Mama” bear hugs.
I can’t wait to hear him say, “I love you Mommy!” Oh how my heart is gonna melt!
I wasn’t
expecting to see him in 3D on Saturday but I was SO happy the sonographer let
us get a few sneak peeks of him. In my favorite
shot of him he has his little hands bunched up under his chin and he's pooching
out his lips (which were unmistakably created by Jonathan’s DNA). At one point he flipped over and was laying
on his tummy with his hands over his face (which is exactly how I sleep…). When he is still, he is the most chill and
calm little baby. Once he finds a
comfortable spot, he is unlikely to move much without LOTS of coaxing (this is
another way we know this kid has mine and Jonathan’s genes…). I have been hoping and praying that this baby
would love to snuggle as much as I do, and I think I got my wish. Greysen likes to be warm and still and cozy
and I intend to keep him that way for as long as he will let me (before he starts
crawling and pulling up and being on the go constantly…). Jonathan and I are hopelessly in love with
this little guy already. We can’t wait
to have him here for real! Will he have
brown eyes or blue? Will he have our
dark hair or will he get his Uncle Patrick’s red hair or his Aunt Amanda’s
blonde? Will he be long and skinny like
his daddy? One thing I can tell you for
sure is that whatever features he’s blessed with, he’ll be the most beautiful
thing I’ve ever seen in my life. For
that matter…he really already is…
Greysen Neil Womack
17 weeks 1 day
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