“It’s a boy,” the ultrasound technician stated so matter-of-factly. She said it so casually that the news didn’t register at first.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” I asked.
“It’s a boy. You’re having a boy and he’s hung like a horse!”
“A boy?!” I looked at Allan in disbelief. Tears flooded my eyes. I never entertained the idea of a son. I just assumed our odds favored another girl.
Once the unsuspected and strange sound “boy” sank in, I realized I need to relearn how to diaper a baby so I don’t get sprayed in the face. Long lists of all new baby items filled my head. He’ll need new bedding and onesies that aren’t pink.
As I stared in amazement at the hazy black and white screen, I counted ten tiny toes and fingers.
I spotted lovely long legs, a spine, a beautiful big brain and a heartbreaker heart.
And like a typical guy, he proudly showed off his family jewels and gave us a ticket to the gun show.
Although Allan and I are still in disbelief that we made a little boy, we are simply tickled
pink blue by the news.
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