Huh.
So my sister is 8 months pregnant. (I'm not so good with months and stuff. Suffice to say she's due at the end of March and is therefore very far along.)
Way back in October she got an ultrasound and they told her it was a little girl. We all were like weird, I thought it was going to be a boy, but I guess those are just weird not-premonitions. We've been giving her cute little girl clothes (dresses and what not) and preparing for Abigail Elyse to come into the world. They decorated the nursery and put Abby on the wall in big block letters.
So they went to the doctor today and got another ultrasound and it turns out... it's a boy. Most definitely a boy.
My first reaction was to laugh. A lot. In her doctor's 25 years of being an OB-GYN his ultrasound techs have never made a mistake. Of course this happens to Katie.
Second reaction was to cry. A lot. I know this is silly because it's the same baby, but I feel like we lost Abby somehow.
I told Katie that instead of Schroedinger's cat she has Schroedinger's baby in her womb. Until it's born it is both a boy and a girl.
Luckily for them, they chose a very "gender-neutral" theme in the nursery, and as I'd pointed out (jokingly before this all happened) that if the baby turned out to be a boy they can just rearrange the letters in Abby to spell baby. The only sad thing is that he won't get to wear the onesie that says "Nobody puts baby in the corner" that we got him (though I think it still works, honestly). I am going to buy him the chicks dig me onesie and I think I'm going to make one on cafe press that says "I used to be a girl."
And my dad had it right, being born with an interesting story is priceless.
Way back in October she got an ultrasound and they told her it was a little girl. We all were like weird, I thought it was going to be a boy, but I guess those are just weird not-premonitions. We've been giving her cute little girl clothes (dresses and what not) and preparing for Abigail Elyse to come into the world. They decorated the nursery and put Abby on the wall in big block letters.
So they went to the doctor today and got another ultrasound and it turns out... it's a boy. Most definitely a boy.
My first reaction was to laugh. A lot. In her doctor's 25 years of being an OB-GYN his ultrasound techs have never made a mistake. Of course this happens to Katie.
Second reaction was to cry. A lot. I know this is silly because it's the same baby, but I feel like we lost Abby somehow.
I told Katie that instead of Schroedinger's cat she has Schroedinger's baby in her womb. Until it's born it is both a boy and a girl.
Luckily for them, they chose a very "gender-neutral" theme in the nursery, and as I'd pointed out (jokingly before this all happened) that if the baby turned out to be a boy they can just rearrange the letters in Abby to spell baby. The only sad thing is that he won't get to wear the onesie that says "Nobody puts baby in the corner" that we got him (though I think it still works, honestly). I am going to buy him the chicks dig me onesie and I think I'm going to make one on cafe press that says "I used to be a girl."
And my dad had it right, being born with an interesting story is priceless.