A mother's (lack of) Intuition

From the very first ultrasound I knew we were having a girl. I trusted this feeling as "mother's instinct" and who was J to say otherwise...this little person was growing in my body and I knew without a doubt she was a little girl. J was eventually convinced too and we named her Elizabeth Alexandra or Ellie. I bought a closet full of beautiful pink clothes and daydreamed about the shopping we would do, and the braiding skills I would need to relearn. I imagined a little girl with curly hair and her fathers sweet disposition. Everything was pink and pretty and I never once entertained the thought that "she" was "he".

Fast forward to the 23rd week ultrasound...

The ultrasound technician looked at J and I and said "your sure you want to know? Because I have a pretty good idea what your baby is? Yes Yes Yes we certainly did...although I didn't really need to hear it, I thought Jon would need that confirmation before he would let me shop anymore for her- I could hear the technicians voice but it started to sound fuzzy and far away as disbelief took over... "I'm pretty sure it's a ....BOY!" (okay she didn't really yell it, only in my head that's all that kept coming...BOY-BOY-BOY") I vaguely remember my own voice saying NO! (yes, maybe yelling it). "You don't want a boy?" she looked at me- Well of course I wanted a boy, at no time did I ever not want a boy, I just knew that it was not a boy! She pulled up an unmistakable image in the screen...and there was our (without a doubt) son...

Immediately my images of dresses, tea parties and baby dolls were replaced by trucks, mud and overalls. I thought of this little boy- our little boy and my heart melted...
I hurried into HIS room as soon as we got home and tore all those awful frilly and laced dresses out of HIS closet and then grabbed J to head to Old Navy...we had some shopping to do!