Many of you have already read the big reveal from our anatomy scan yesterday on my husband’s blog. If you haven’t it’s worth the read because his comes complete with illustrated graphics! This reveal feels less, well, revealing but here goes anyway. We’re having… 3 BOYS!!!

The scan went really well. All three are very healthy and have no markers for disease as far as the doctors can tell. Babies A and B were easily and quickly identified as boys. I said out loud, confident in what they’d find with baby C, “C’mon baby C! We need a girl!” The tech took her time before telling us baby C’s sex, probably not wanting to disappoint the mother confidently expecting a girl. She said, “I’m pretty sure, but I’m just going to check a little bit more before telling you.” This made complete sense to me because I knew that girls were harder to identify. Finally she was ready to say for sure. “Are you ready for Baby C?” she asked us. After we said yes, she looked at us hesitantly and said “It’s a boy.”

I had a hard time taking in this information. I said “3 boys?” incredulously. “Are you sure?” She said she was sure so I asked, “how can you tell? Where is it?” She pointed the arrow on the screen and said, “there it is.” I couldn’t tell at all what she was seeing but felt satisfied that she was certain and was indeed pointing to the goods. Jer took my hand and kissed it and said “I know sweetie. It’s okay. They’ll be nice boys.” I appreciated his calm optimism and when I looked over at him he was tearing up. I wasn’t sure why at the time. I knew I was about to cry because it was sinking in that I’ll never have a daughter. I didn’t know if he was tearing up for the same reason or because he was so happy to have three boys. When I asked him later he simply said “It was just a big deal to finally know who are children are.” Aw. I love that guy. Our little fellas are so lucky to have him.

I waited until only Jeremy and I were left in the room to start crying. I didn’t want the doctors and tech to think I wasn’t happy and feeling very fortunate that our little ones were all healthy. I was feeling that. And a lot of relief. I was thrilled that they were healthy but even still when the room was cleared the tears started rolling. Jer was a little sad too. For many years when I’d pictured a family and anytime Jer and I talked about it really, we’d pictured and talked about a little girl. I know that any moment now the fears of nothing but rambunctious wrestling matches, and fart noises, and pee everywhere but in the bathroom toilet will subside and the picture of my precious, sweet boys will emerge. It’s already starting actually…just not quite fully realized yet.

For those of you who are keeping track, here’s my belly update at week 17.

Week 17...boy oh boy oh boy!

At my OB appointment this morning she talked to me about cutting back my schedule a bit at work due to my increasing belly- one or two clients a day with time in between to sit and rest- and she suggested I get a belly band to support my back and compression hose for my legs. I’m going to look awesome. These little guys are worth it all I know and I’m banking up so many “just look what you’ve done to your mother!” moments I should be set through their college graduations any day now. šŸ™‚