So are chicken nuggets part of a healthy pregnancy diet? Because if they’re wrong, I have no desire to be right. I have been inhaling Carter’s dino nuggets like my life depended on it. I don’t know if it’s as a result of swearing off McDonald’s nuggets forever and ever and ever, you know, like when you quit something it’s all you want? For normal people it’s pie and cake and sugar and sweets, maybe coffee or cigarettes or alcohol. For this girl, chicken nuggets all day every day.
Anywho, 2 weeks from today I’ll know the gender of this baby in my belly. I have such mixed feelings about it. I considered not finding out. I can’t imagine a bigger surprise. I was all amped to wait and then a girlfriend of mine who did wait said, “it’s kind of anticlimatic – it’s either a boy or a girl.” Well, womp womp.
She’s right though. And it’s the same surprise at 40-weeks as it would be at 19.
So my next appointment is 2 weeks away and we have the ultrasound scheduled. Carter will be coming with Jason and I to the appointment to catch a glimpse of his brother or sister in the only way a 17-month old can. I doubt he’ll understand, but it’s been pretty interesting to try to tell him there’s a baby in mama’s belly. He pulls my shirt up a bit, stares at my belly and then looks back at me with eyes that say, “nice try, stupid. There’s no baby there.”
He’s getting way too smart. He’s going to be smarter than me soon.
So I have 2 weeks left of pondering whether or not I’m baking another son or if there are some additional she-parts inside of me. I couldn’t be more conflicted about what I would “prefer,” it depends on the day, my mood and how many chicken nuggets I’ve eaten.
Most days I feel like my world would be more at peace with another boy. I feel confident in my ability to handle another boy until he’s 16.5 months old, and by the time he’s that old, I’ll have an additional 22 months of boy-parenting experience under my belt.
He could be completely different than Carter — like, perhaps he’ll be calm and not sleep ever. Despite C’s inability to sit still when he’s awake, when that boy is tired he sleeps. He sleeps 12-13 hours a night and usually 3-4 hours during the day. He’s been that way since he was 4 months old.
But he could be the same, and if that’s the case, on some days I can’t help but think what the hell have I gotten myself into. Carter x2 sounds like a whole lot of fun yet equally terrifying.
If it’s a she, what’s terrifying is the thought of my husband divorcing me for spending all his hard earned money on baby clothes.
I have no hunches and I somehow have no recollection of what my pregnancy was like at this point last time to compare. I feel like I ate a lot more ice cream, but my memory has always kind of sucked, so who knows. I knew Carter was a boy from the moment I saw the positive pregnancy test. I don’t know how or why, but I did.
This new little one remains a mystery.
Did you find out what you were having? Did you “feel” like it was one gender or the other?
What kind of cute ways did you share this news with your family and friends?