The news is in. I decided to take Esther (age 6 and my most non-emotional child) with me to the doctor to see the gender of the baby. As we rode the bus, we had this conversation:
Me: Esther, do you realize you will be the FIRST one to find out if it is a boy or girl?!
Esther: hmm. Yea, like how I was the first one to see Midnight the Cat on our trip to Cappedocia.
Me:....(trying to promote a little of the hysteria I felt at the prospect of knowing the gender of this baby early for the first time in my life) Right. Aren't you excited?! Do you want a brother or sister?!
Esther: ummm. I guess a bruder.
So we arrived, we peered at the screen, and baby certainly wasn't doing yoga this time. It seems it wanted all the world to know this time. My doctor said, "Do you see what I am seeing?" I said, "Yes. Is that a ....?" She laughed and said, "Yes, it is. It is quite obvious." I said, "Esther, do you understand?" Esther replied, "I am getting a bruder!"
Responses have been fun. Ross: questioning how they can REALLY know for sure, then a mild state of shock not unlike our dating days when he first realized he really did sort of like me. Mary Erin and Annika: ecstatic screaming and joy and a desire to tell everyone. Turkish friends: relief that we would not go to the grave without a son for Ross Grandparents: shock and happiness (and a few tears) Me: a very new feeling that I will be the mother of a son.
So, thanks for staying tuned. He will make his appearance in late September.