I was out with my sister wives a while ago perusing yard sales and we kept finding adorable baby items. Problem: At that point, I didn’t know if I am having a boy or a girl. Not wanting to spend money on things I possibly wouldn’t use, I passed up all the great finds. I was about 10 weeks along then and couldn’t wait for the next eight weeks to pass so I would know: boy or girl?
With my first six children, I never found out their gender ahead of time. It was always a surprise and I liked it that way. I had my guesses, Joe had his guesses. I thought Caleb was a girl, and then I thought he was a boy, and then I thought girl again, but that was my first go at it so I chalked it up to inexperience.
My next five my guesses were spot on. It was just a sense of knowingness. When I was expecting Tavish, my fifth child, I thought he was a girl for the first seven months. I think Joe agreed with me, or at least went along with my feelings. I then had a very spiritual experience. We were in one of our Sunday gatherings, and as we ended with prayer I got a strong impression the baby was telling me he was a boy. I went to Joe right after the meeting and he hugged and whispered “You’re gonna have a boy.” “I know,” I responded. He’d had the same impression. It was an experience I will never forget, and in my subsequent pregnancies I have just tried to be in tune with that inner voice.
My mom had an equal number of boys and girls, so I think I kind of assumed I would, too. But the scales tipped in favor of the boys. After Boston, I was five of seven! With Victoria, I evened out the scales a bit with three girls and five boys.
So as I got closer to the time for my ultrasound, I was partly hoping for a girl to even things out even more. And because girls are so girly and fun and adorable!
But I also found myself partly hoping for a boy. For one thing, Boston needs a brother who is closer to his age. He is seven years younger than his next brother, Tavish. And among our nine children who are in the “ages 12 and under” group, Boston is the only boy.
The feeling it was a boy was winning out as I went for my first ultrasound at 14 weeks. The technician told me it was earlier than usual to find out the gender, but she was pretty sure it looks like a girl. I wasn’t sure what to believe given how strongly I had been feeling “boy.”
Joe thought I was disappointed by the news because I was hoping for a boy. That wasn’t it. Well, it was partly it. I was hoping for both! I wanted twins, a boy and a girl. But that is not what I am having.
I still didn’t want to buy any baby items until I knew with more certainty. I had other mothers tell me that the ultrasound seemed to say girl, and they would get prepared for that and then get a surprise at the time of birth! It has even happened the other way around with my niece. So I found myself waiting…again. At 18 1/2 weeks, I had another ultrasound.
This time it still showed girl! So I’m going with it! Tori is getting a little sister!