It’s a…………………?

Nothing ever seems to go as planned.

I was looking forward to my 20 week scan (albeit 18 weeks along, shhh) for weeks, I couldn’t wait to find out what we were having. Rich, myself and Seren were all in attendance, Seren had her Big Sister T-shirt on the go (complete with fold lines, it literally turned up in the mail 30 minutes before go-time). We were all ready.

 

 

So we get to the office and find out my insurance information is invalid so we can’t go anywhere or do anything. Rich gets on the phone to his HR department who call the insurance company, all the while our appointment slot is slowly ticking away. Seren is using the waiting room as an Olympic training ground and running from one end to the other, knocking into people and getting in the way of the doors. She has already messed up her t-shirt, her hair bow is nowhere to be seen. Finally the HR people called back and said there was an administration error, the insurance office had moved and so had our policy details; nice to be told! We got the info and hurriedly went into our room for the scan, with a very unhappy-looking ultrasound technician.

I get on the bed, lights go off. Cue massive screaming terrified crying fit from Seren. Daddy cannot calm her down, daddy cannot hear mommy telling him where the pacifier is in the bag until mommy screams ‘IT’S IN THE EFFIN SIDE POCKET YOU MORON’!! I know at this point the technician is wondering why on earth we are having another child. Another proud mom moment, mental note. Seren is still unhappy so out comes my iphone and Peekaboo Farm – the technician now hisses this will mess up the u/s machine. Sorry. Seren is now sobbing and reaching for mommy, who cannot hear a word the technician is saying but apparently the measurements are good. Seren ends up lying on mommy’s face which was the only thing that stopped her from crying. Oy.

At this point the technician tells us she can’t get a good view of the ‘goods’ so we can’t find out the gender, but  her best educated guess was a girl because she couldn’t see anything else there. I’m pretty certain this was code for I can’t take listening to your child whining another second so y’all need to go home, because we got a good shot at the start of the scan. Except the only thing everyone was concentrating on at that point was the screaming, snotty child and the non-use of electrical items in the ultrasound room.

So we go back in 4 weeks to find out and to finish off the measurements. Maybe we’ll get a babysitter that day.