With my first I was told that we were having a girl. Our ultrasound technician had never been wrong. My bassinet was pink, a closet full of pink and frilliness. I had my ultrasound around 22 weeks.
As my pregnancy progressed, I really thought I am going to have the biggest "tomboy." This little girl never quit moving, kicked the heck out of me, would literally take my breath away. My ribs would be sore. I just couldn't imagine what my girl would be like. I even began to think that Emily Elizabeth would be to girly of a name for her. On the way to the hospital, I told my husband that we needed to think of a few more names because I was worried when we saw this strong, aggressive baby that we would need a more gender neutral name. That this was not going to be a cute, little, girly-girly girl.
When "she" was born, my doctor screamed, "OMG, It's boy!" Everyone started laughing. I thought it was a joke, until the intern from India said in his cute Indian dialect, "Oh Mr. E., wish I had camera to take picture of face!" And I looked at DH and could tell, this wasn't a joke.
I had a couple of girl friends who went to my house to pack up all the pinkness and they had DH put it in the attic and they replaced it with blueness. And even put a huge sign in the yard, "It's a boy!"
Two years later I am pregnant again, having my ultrasound by the same tech and she said, "Do you want to know the sex?" I replied "No, I really don't." She then said, "Well, I'm really good at this. I've only been wrong once." At that, I turned to her smiled and said, "I'm the once."