On Tuesday we had our 20 week ultrasound. My nerves were shot and I had barely slept. The anticipation of finding out whether we would be having a girl or boy was too much for me. I really had no idea what to expect but more than anything I was nervous about seeing the heartbeat. It had been a month and a half since the last visit. I was feeling little movements here and there but seeing our baby healthy and moving on the ultrasound was the only thing that could really settle my heart.

The tech asked if I wanted to know the gender and I’m sure I practically yelled “Yes!” She told me to be patient since she would have to take many measurements and photographs. We heard the heartbeat – 148 bpm. My heart felt settled. This time the baby actually looked like a baby. I was transfixed. She started measuring and pointing out body parts – arms, hands, heart, kidneys, bladder, spine, legs…and then she said the baby was being stubborn. Legs were pointed down (nicely towards my bladder!) and were crossed. She couldn’t tell a gender. She gave me a juice box, told me to roll to my side and she would be back. This was not the first ultrasound where this baby had been too stubborn to get into the correct position for the test. So, we waited. She came back and tried again. Still no movement. I rolled to the other side and she left again. If we couldn’t get a good view when she came back then the gender reveal might be postponed a week. I started rubbing my tummy and thinking silently, “Come on baby! Just a little peek. Please!”

The tech came back in the room and this time the baby had moved the legs just enough and changed position. She took a photograph looking up at the butt and said, “See that. That’s the boy part.” I immediately gave a high-five to Brandon! This was a dream come true. I knew I would be overjoyed no matter the gender and that all that mattered was a healthy baby, but I had dreamed of having a boy since I was old enough to imagine what it would be like to have a child. It was a magical moment.