During the first 10 weeks I had 2 dreams that baby B was a boy. I was nervous that I was showing a subconscious preference but also worried that I didn’t know my body or my baby at all and it was actually a girl. I had mixed emotions because I thought it was a boy and so desperately didn’t want to be wrong but I also didn’t want to consider that I’d be disappointed that it was a girl because of this. We knew we’d be thrilled either way. But my vivid dream kept reappearing in my head and every time I pictured our child it was the boy I had seen in my dream with his Dad’s olive skin and black hair.
We are lucky enough to have fantastic health insurance that paid for the cell-free DNA testing at 11 weeks. A simple blood test from my arm and we’d know of the 4 major chromosomal abnormalities and we’d know our child’s gender. The testing was supposed to take 7-10 days to come back but lo and behold, 5 days later my medical record app popped up with a “new test result” notification.
I was terrified to look, I really was. Nav (who was still at work) insisted that he wanted me to look at the test results first and then tell him myself, in person. So all by myself, I opened my medical chart app. Yes, that is how I found out my child’s gender – from an app on my phone. Ah, technology.
It’s a boy.
In other (more important) news, the genetic stuff the tests also checked out looked good. I’m also secretly happy that my first intuition as a Mom wasn’t wrong.
It’s worth noting that in order to make the moment more special (you know, when I opened the app on my phone), I waited until I was at the exact point of my walk home from work with the most beautiful view. So I’ll always remember that that is where I was standing when I found out the little life inside me was a boy. It seemed like a more momentous occasion that should be experienced somewhere other than standing in front of the clock out machine in the basement of the hospital I work in, you know?
I then had to keep the information to myself for hours until Nav got home from work. I even went to a Pure Barre class and managed not to tell a soul! Once I shared with Nav (privately at home), we Facetimed all of our parents and siblings.
Baby boy, we can’t wait to meet you. Archie hopes you are really messy and he’d like you to know that he’s a huge veggie fan and you can always feed them to him under the dinner table. We hope you always know that we want you to be exactly who you are. We’ll love you no matter what and we’ll make sure you know that every day.