"This is your second?" she asks when we walk in with Isaac.
"It's number four," I tell the ultrasound technician. "We have three boys."
"Well, we already know what this one will be, don't we?" she asks as the first images of our baby flash onto the monitor.
"Do you know already?" I wonder.
"No. But I would bet money on it being a boy. When you have three of the same thing, it's almost always the same for the next. Almost a sure thing."
She takes her time. Our baby's heart. It has 4 chambers! The liver. The kidneys. She measure the spine. Two legs, two feet. One arm that's visible. The other is folded close to its chest. A measurement of the brain. The baby weighs 1/2 pound already! (I groan inwardly--those other 17 1/2 pounds are all mine??) There's a spleen, an esophagus. Not really -- we don't get that detailed, but it sure seems to be taking a long time. I wait patiently. Our baby appears to be healthy. That is joyous news.
I wonder if she is even going to get to the gender. I think about Tracy and how she has threatened to sever our friendship if we have a girl. She's mostly serious, I know. I think about Catherine and how I seem to be following in her familial footsteps. Three boys and a girl, she has. I think about Aaron and Isaac and Elliot and how our family dynamics will change with this new baby. I think about Relief Society and how every week they wait for a big announcement from me, and every week I put it off, saying, "I'll have news after April 27th." The news will not be quite as exciting if I am having another boy. I think about our three bedroom house and how it's just not that big.
Then she gets to the part we've all been waiting for.
Tracy, we can work through this.