Confirmed: Deuce not Deuce-ette.

I had my mid-way ultrasound yesterday and the verdict is.... BOY! I guess, at least in my case, the Intelligender test was right. I of course was given the old, 'Ultrasounds are not always 100% correct' speech from the tech but she checked 2 different times and she saw penis both times. Since as I've said before that Steeves don't don't know how to make girls, I'm 100% sure even with the disclaimer.

With this news comes many mixed feelings. Of course everyone is just hoping for a healthy baby no matter what kind it is. However, the grandmothers are sad cause they were both hoping for a girl this time. Deuce will be the fifth grandson between them so a little pink to break up the sea of blue was high on the wish list. Soon after O was born Nick announced that he hoped the next go round would be a girl because he was enjoying his boy so much he wanted to see what a girl would be like. And for me, I'm sad/happy. Before I started thinking about having kids I always said I wanted two boys, I thought that would suit me best. Once I had a boy, I too started wishing for a girl to experience the other side of things.

Now that I know it's a boy, I keep thinking of the things I'm going to miss out on not having a girl. I'm obsessed with that show 'Say Yes to the Dress' and I think about how I'm not going to have that moment with my daughter. I'm never going to plan a wedding with her. Can you tell I love weddings? I'm most likely not going to be the 'go to' person cause it seems young couples tend to gravitate to the wife's family. You know that saying... A son is yours till he takes a wife but a daughter is yours for life. Who will I pass of my love of sewing and crafts to, most boys aren't into cross stitch. Spa days, mother daughter weekends.... And oh god... I'm way outnumbered on the 'do we have to watch the baseball game again tonight?' fight.

When I stop mourning those losses I remember there was one big reason that I was hoping for a boy. I know boys can have close relationships with their sisters too but I think of the great bond I have with my sister and can't think of anything more special than giving Oliver a brother. And the thought of watching Nick rough housing with 2 boys like he does with O now brings tears to my eyes. On the practical side, I think the teenage years are going to be easier with boys, less hormones to deal with. And another old saying.... I'll only have 2 dicks to worry about rather than hundreds. (Don't know how old that saying is but it makes a point) I also figure I can make a conscious effort to be the cool mother in law so I can maybe be included in the wedding prep. 

So the verdict is.. IT'S A BOY, and we're all thrilled. 21 weeks till we meet you little Deuce. Now to come up with something better to call you than Deuce. Any suggestions?