We had another one of our regularly scheduled ultrasounds. Standard, typical, move along folks â€“ nothing to see here. Until the techâ€™s mild mannered inquiry . . .
â€œAre you guys keeping the gender a secret?”
â€œNope.â€ I replied, barely letting her finish her sentence. â€œIf you know something, we would very much so like to know that same something.â€ (I think Jon rolled his eyes at me here.)
â€œOk. This one looks like a boy.â€ (Note: during the ultrasounds, they examine each baby individually for size and other interesting medical tidbits. The majority of the time is generally spent trying to get Baby B to sit still.) Jon and I agreed it very much looked like a boy. When pressed though, the tech told us she wasnâ€™t allowed to make a definitive statement. I wasnâ€™t concerned, there didnâ€™t appear to be much room for error.
We moved on to Baby B. After several failed still photo attempts, we watched a slo-mo version of the tracking video as the technician commented, â€œThis one appears to be a boy as well.â€
The doctor came in shortly thereafter to chat with us and review the images/movies. She shared that our technician has never been wrong about the gender because she wonâ€™t guess if sheâ€™s not certain. Suddenly she gave a very hearty laugh from behind her computer investigation. (Any unexpected reactions from medical personnel unnerve me.)
â€œThey are most definitely boys! No question about that.â€
Two boys! I grinned. Jon looked at me and said, â€œPut up the tent. Itâ€™s gonna be a circus.â€
I called my Dad at work. It doesnâ€™t take a genius to know he was going to be excited. He picked up the phone sounding slightly concerned about why I was calling him at work (when I should also be at work).
â€œHi Dad.â€ I said calmly. Iâ€™m at work, so I obviously canâ€™t talk long, but I thought youâ€™d be interested to know that youâ€™re going to have two grandsons in August.â€ I actually had to pull the phone away from my ear as he started screaming.
â€œDue boys! Due boys!â€ he shrieked repeatedly. He was so excited he couldnâ€™t even keep his languages straight . . .
Others had more muted reactions â€“ but everyone appears excited about the little rascals.