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Dear baby,
I can envision you today a round, Easter ham-sized mound sitting up, a smooth grapefruit head. Hands like a half graham cracker; fingers like bamboo shoot strips. Belly button as a cup for tat tiny weird grape that’s always in the bottom of the bag. Feet like the arched violin neck of a graceful green pepper.
Merry sight of baby.
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Dear baby,
Today I learned that you are ok. The tests can’t see anything wrong for sure. I also heard a flutter in my voice when I told the nurse, “No, I don’t want to know the gender,” and she suggested I tell the doctors, ultrasound techs, etc as they walk in the room. But, it feels strange having other people – strangers – know this and not me, but either option is fine. It’s either _________ or _________.
I don’t want to go out of my way to know because it’s one of the very few surprises in life. Plain + simple. It’d be interesting to know how many people find out ahead of time, and how many wait for the big reveal. But, if I can see things in the ultrasound in a few weeks, so be it.
I wish I could go back and not do the tests at all, just have chance and nature work out the way it does. If we have more babies, children, I’ll skip the anxiety-laced tests that don’t know more than already is.