Do they do that on purpose? Play “What Child is This?” while the ultrasound tech finds your baby and he pops up on the screen in all his big-headed 12 weeks glory? We celebrate a range of religious events in this household, so the red velvet bows, candle cut outs and restful winter cheer alone might have been enough to make me tear up but carols, which do it to me anyway, sent me right over the edge.
That baby is in there and he’s doing everything he’s supposed to. He posed for the tech and sat still for all of the pertinent measurements. He also wriggled and arched his back, swinging his legs and throwing up a hand for show. He is a perfectly average baby doing perfectly average things. Yay for average!
I am happy that it’s too early to see if he’s a boy or a girl (a note here on why we’re defaulting to he) because I don’t want the dream to be spoiled. I’ll admit it, I really want a girl. So I’m content to wait the entire nine months hoping that I can influence the sex by sheer force of will. Sure, we both feel like it’s a boy, but that doesn’t stop me from dreaming. Just in case, we’ve picked out a boy’s name that will make up for the fact that he isn’t our girl.
To make up for being such judgmental parents already, we’ve nicknamed him Vegas. For a few months, we were pretty sure that would be the child’s actual name until we came to our senses and realized the wrath our families might shower down on us. That, and, have you ever imagined a Supreme Court judge named Vegas? While Vegas suits a rock star fine (and that’s way more up our alley), it just doesn’t scream hire me! And we want the poor thing to have a job. We might even call him Vegas once he’s born though, if we get a girl, I think we’ll skip that as a nickname. Stripper, right?
So, looking like every other 12 week ultrasound you’ve ever seen, meet Vegas!