Last Tuesday, March 30, I had my second ultrasound of the twins. I was literally jumping up and down since my last ultrasound (which was January) and I hardly slept the night before. I was personally excited for a little boy. I mean, I know there is a boy in there. I have felt the symptoms, the cravings --- even the oldies keep on saying I was going to have a boy.
So when the scanner showed I was going to have a little girl, my hands started to sweat hoping the other one is her brother (honey, baby, if you read this someday don't hate mommy. I love you and I've never felt happier to have a daughter). But the rambunctious one kept on twisting under the scanning tool and it twirled it's tiny little leg over its umbilical cord, thus, blocking all possible means for us to see its genitals. I was getting all anxious in the ultrasound room and I was seriously wanting to Don to join me in there but fear started to creep in --- am I going to have two girls?
This feeling came in as a surprise. I always said I will never be happier as long as my twins are healthy and normal --- but deeply, I was actually hoping for a boy.
I actually cried for two days and Don was there to comfort me. Gender preference was never an issue. Maybe I was just a little disappointed that we never knew the gender of my other twin (but we will on my ultrasound 8 weeks from now). Keeping my fingers crossed. :-)
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