It's a BOY!!

Jeremy insisted that we call together incase the news wasn’t good. We had no clue what time the genetic counselor would be available to tell us the test results so we started calling at 8am and got voicemail.

8:15. Voicemail.

8:30. Voicemail.

8:45. Voicemail.

8:54. Phone rings! A woman answers. I tell her who I am and she immediately tells me that all is well and that our baby has all the right number of chromosomes. (I do the happy dance.)

And then she says, “It says here you don’t want to know the gender, is that correct?” I looked at Jeremy and smiled and knew that there was no way I could wait—even another 11 days (until our next doctor’s appointment). Besides that, Mother’s Day was this weekend. I thought it would be so fun to tell the Grandma’s what the gender of their fist grandbaby was ON Mother’s Day.

I blurted out, “Actually, can I put you on speaker phone so you can tell us together?” She laughed and agreed. As soon as I pushed the speakerphone she said, “Congratulations, you’re having a boy!”

I looked at Jeremy; we smiled to each other. I burst into tears and a wave of relief seemed to pass over his face. I grabbed the phone to hear more advice from the counselor regarding future possible tests but it was all a blur. I wrote down what she said, but it was just noise. I was crying the entire time.

I hung up and cried and cried and cried. Jeremy asked me if I was crying because it was a boy, which only made me cry more. “NO!!!! I’m crying because I’m so happy.” It was as if this huge weight had been lifted and suddenly the pregnancy felt more real. I was pregnant, the baby was fine and it was a boy. I suddenly had the ok to buy a pregnancy book or look at baby clothes or really contemplate names. It was all going to be just fine. :)