So most or maybe some of you know we are having twins. If you didn’t know, well, we are having twins. Read about it here, 2nd Heartbeat. When we had Frank we waited to find out his gender until he was born. It was going to be a little surprise. It was such a surprise in fact that when they finally cut Frank out of the sun roof (c-section) the doctor didn’t say anything. He was mute in-part because Frank was not breathing and was gray as ash, or whatever a good example of bad gray is. They got Frank breathing in about 2 minutes and the nurse said to the doc, “Well what is it?” He replied, “It’s a baby, what do you think it is?” Love that guy. He or his cohort will be delivering Frick and Frack.
Well finding out we were having twins was enough of a surprise so we decided to find out the sex of these two as soon as was physically possible. In this case, since Tracy is still considered a high risk pregnancy we might find out by the 16 week mark. I think the norm is around the 20 week mark. Tracy is currently getting an ultra-sound about every 3-4 weeks.
We went in for said ultra-sound at the 13 week mark. This was just to check the little carbon copies out, take some measurements and what not. All was well. That is until the ultra-sound tech said “Oh look at that.” Look at what? “Baby A doesn’t appear to have too much bone density around the pelvic area if you know what I mean.” No I do not know what you mean, is this bad? No it was not bad unless we were dead set against girls. The tech was trying to say there was no support structure for male parts, indicating Baby A was a girl. It never occurred to me to look for what wasn’t there. I was solely concentrating on looking for the carrot and peas. That’s why she’s the pro.
She gave the old caveat of it’s only 13 weeks, can’t be sure, don’t quote me, I’ve been wrong before, we’ll know better at the 16 or 20 week check, blah, blah, blah. A quick pass over Baby B’s nether region first indicated a boy but it was really tough to get a good look, so nothing definitive. Again this ultra-sound was not for finding the sex of the Bobbsey Twins. However, I concluded Baby A must be a girl because she was hogging the ultra-sound camera and even gave a little Miss America wave.
So we went home, waiting for the 16 week ultra-sound to find out if Frank would be out numbered. I had grown up out numbered so I know it’s not a big deal. My little sister, Kathy, and I used to watch Sunday Night Wrestling at the Spectrum in Phila. on that old cable channel called Prism, we bare knuckle fought all the time, and had some of the greatest badminton matches in the history of the sport, followed by some of the greatest victory laps around the back yard by me.
It would certainly be easier with two more boys. We have a bunch of clothes already, the toys are sort of male specific, but probably not too much, and ultimately I was hoping for two more since I was staying home with them. You know you always get the question, “What are you hoping for?” Well I have long hated the answer, “I just hope they’re healthy.” Well who doesn’t hope for that? I mean has anyone ever said, “I’m really hoping for gills and a dorsal fin cause we’re gonna name him Flipper.” So the healthy thing is a universal given. I answer questions put to me, and my answer was 2 boys.
The gleeful taunts to my answer were amazing. There were several variations but all boiled down to “You’re going to have two girls, ha ha.” I just wonder what would have been the response had I said, I’m hoping for two girls. I doubt it would have been the gender biased retorts I’ve been getting. Now let me say, this excludes my family. I have 5 sisters and 2 brothers. Of the 9 grandkids we have produced, all but one have been boys. The family was getting pretty lopsided. Even my father is hoping for 2 girls.
Well pop you get your wish. The week 16 ultra-sound showed a definitive girl for Baby A and almost a definitive girl for Baby B. So unless her B’ness grows a pencil between now and week 20, we need to come up with another girls name.
As my sister Mary Grace, the lone producer of the female grandchild Meghan said, “Girls do play golf you know.” Right you are Mare. Even a good friend who knows about these things told me college scholarships for women’s golf go unused, so if she, or they, are any good and the earth is still spinning on it’s axis in 18 years, they have a good shot of going to college for free. So I got that going for me.
Meghan, hang tight girl. Help is on the way.