When we were early pregnant with Rowan, and after we had the very first ultrasound that revealed on the screen what appeared to be no more than a sea monkey, we quickly dubbed the squiggly speck “Scuttlebutt.” Longtime readers will remember this detail, I’m sure. For months, even after we found out it was a him and we gave him a name only to be revealed after we met his face, we referred to Rowan as Scuttlebutt. I kind of worried the nickname might stick, that he’d forever be known by this silly moniker, but it didn’t. He instantly became Rowan, a name we still love to this day, a name that’s proving hard to top, actually, in our early discussions of what to name Baby #2.
What we have decided upon, however, is that this squiggly speck, which is actually more like the size of a medium shrimp by now, or so says my pregnancy app, shall in utero be known as Sapling. See, it all started back when we went camping with Kerri and Matt. I’d just found out I was pregnant, and after telling Kerri the news, we started discussing names. One meaning for Rowan is based on the Rowan tree, and we’ve always loved that connection to nature. A young tree is called a sapling, and therein the nickname was born.
Sapling seems to be doing just fine so far. Two weeks ago we had a second ultrasound and verified that the baby is progressing as it should, measuring a few days ahead of what the calendar tells us. My blood work came back negative for any birth defects, too. I’m still grappling with first trimester nausea and exhaustion, but at almost 14 weeks, I hope the utopia known as the second trimester is just around the corner.
Speaking of names, this time around we’re having to choose two names, as we’ve decided NOT to find out the sex of the baby. I’ve been surprised by how people react to this news. It seems this is Not Common, us not wanting to know if it’s a he or she until the baby is born. Even the nurse practitioner at my first appointment seemed keen on convincing us to find out so that in case it’s not the sex we hoped for, we can “get over the disappointment” before the big day.
Uh, first of all, I would not be disappointed if we end up with another boy. Actually, I’d be quite delighted seeing as our first boy is pretty much the most awesome boy who ever lived. Secondly, yes, of course we’d love to have a girl. Imagine how much cooler the reveal will be if indeed it’s a girl? Sure, this doesn’t allow us to prepare a pink nursery or buy a bunch of bows, but based on experience, the baby will be wearing a lot of white onesies and gender neutral jammies and sleeping in our room anyway for the first few weeks. So, should this Sapling be of the female variety, the grandparents will have ample time to buy all the girly things. Or not. I have no qualms putting a baby girl in blue jammies.
I have to say, though, that based on this ultrasound pic, Roth is pretty convinced Sapling is a girl. He says he can tell by the less pronounced brow bone, as this was the tell-tale sign in Rowan’s ultrasound pic from around the same gestational time.
Old wives’ tales would have us believe that it’s a girl, too, based on how much sicker I’ve been than I ever was with Rowan. Who knows, though. We’ll all find out in about 26 weeks. In the meantime, we all just get to wait …
… and wonder.