It’s official! Anthony and I are having ourselves a little unicorn!
Let me back up.
Yesterday, at the extreme pestering of my Mom and good friend Jenn, we finally scheduled an appointment at the fetal photos place specifically for a sex check on Smalls here. Anthony and I were less curious about gender this time around, I guess because we realized that it would have absolutely no bearing at all on how we raised this child and ultimately sex informs us very little about what kind of person shall emerge from my nethers. We couldn’t anticipate Isobel’s personality from the last time I laid on that sonogram table and was told she was a girl. But we were nevertheless very excited just to finally know Smalls’ sex because it felt like we were that much closer to meeting the life inside me.
I was asked by a friend online if we’d be doing the whole cupcake reveal or party that bloggers are so fond of doing. After all, what a great photo opportunity. But this was not on our agenda. Anthony felt it was super gimmicky and waiting that long for a reveal really isn’t our style. We knew we’d be ecstatic either way and we wanted to share the immediacy of our joy with everyone.
Over breakfast Anthony and I toyed with different ways we could announce the baby’s sex. I told Anthony we could go to a truck stop and post a photo of Yosemite Sam mudflaps if it was a boy, and Playboy mudflaps if it was a girl. He was not enthusiastic about this idea. I believe his actual words were, “I feel sad for you.”
He happened to be clearing the dishwasher as we talked and I noticed our Wonder Woman glass next to our Batman glass. “I could post these!” I said. He liked that idea even better. But behind the superhero glasses hung our mugs, and I happened to glance at the set of vintage unicorn and pegasus mugs I’d thrifted years ago. We agreed that a unicorn vs. pegasus scenario was best of all.
Later that day we headed up to Womb’s Window with Isobel and my parents in tow (my Dad kept hilariously, and accidentally, referring to it as “Woman’s Window”) and they all sat down in the darkened room and waited for the show. It took some wrangling with the sonogram wand, but finally, we knew.
“You are going to have a little brother!” the technician said to Isobel. The room erupted in cheers.
“Oh shit,” I said a moment later, after the practicalities sunk in. “I have to get rid of a ton of girl clothes.”