Chapter Thirty-One
Sawyer
In the ultrasound room, the tech applied the jelly stuff to my stomach. She commented, “Wow, this baby is ready to make him or herself known.”
“It was like magic. O
vernight, my stomach popped out.” But I loved it. It made it more real. It was hard to not constantly have my hand there when we were out in public.
The technician positioned herself on her chair and adjusted her monitor. “Let’s take some measurements, and then if you want, we’ll check to see if we can tell the gender—if you want to know.”
I had to know. Patting my stomach, I said, “Baby Hendrix, you better cooperate and reveal those parts.”
This morning, I’d drunk a whole glass of orange juice because I’d read the sugar helped the baby be more active during the ultrasound.
Kurt held my hand while he watched the screen come to life. The technician moved the goo around my abdomen with the wand. “This is your baby.”
So much had changed. “It’s our baby.” Kurt’s awed tone brought me up a little short.
The technician gave us a few minutes while she quietly took the baby’s measurements. The nerves came back. I asked, “I-Is our baby okay?”
“All the measurements look great. Baby looks healthy and is about the size of a plum. And I agree with the last doctor’s estimate; your due date is August twenty-first.”
The baby was fine. I was so relieved because if I had caused anything to go wrong, I would never forgive myself.
Kurt stared at the screen, silent.
“That’s our baby, Kurt.”
I cherished the look of awe and pure love on Kurt’s face. “It is. We made this.”
“We did.”
Another few minutes passed while the technician showed us the baby’s arms, legs, and head. It was unreal. Inside me, a tiny human squirmed around.
“Would you like to know the gender?” she asked.
“Yes!” We exclaimed in unison before laughing. Part of me had been afraid Kurt would freak out the way I had. Seeing the baby on the screen made it real. But I felt nothing but support and excitement from the man who made me feel alive.
The tech moved the wand around a few times, picking up the baby from different angles. “Oh, it’s definitely a boy. Congrats, Ms. Wade, Mr. Hendrix.”
“A boy? You’re sure?” I’d read that sometimes they got it wrong.
The mouse moved to a point on the baby. “See? That’s definitely his penis.”
My eyes grew wide when the technician said the word. I mean, I said cock, dick, and penis, too. But this young lady saying that about a baby out of nowhere had me laughing. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“We’re having a boy.” Kurt’s eyes grew wide, and he mouthed super sperm to me. I only giggled as we watched our baby boy.
When the tech was done, she handed me a towel. “I’ll give you a few minutes and be outside the door.”
As soon as the goo was gone, Kurt picked me up and spun me around. “We’re having a boy!”
“Yes, we are!”
“A boy!” Kurt repeated.
“George is getting a brother.” A boy. A boy. A boy. I kept repeating it in my head. It made everything so much more real.