picked names for both a boy and a girl, and made mental notes of "coming home" outfits for either gender, so Roon could run out and buy one as soon as the baby was born. Roon was sure the baby was a boy, I was sure it was a girl, and very seldom am I wrong.
The 19th finally arrived, and Roon and I left Sissy and Bubble with friends, and headed to the hospital. Imagining the dramatic delivery room moment you only see in movies, with the doctor declaring the sex in a grand official gesture, the labor went smoothly. However, I suppose that could also be because of the Pitocin, and cardiologist mandated epidural.
After about 6 hours of listening to the woman in the next room screaming out in agony, Bug was born through "assisted delivery" because, I'm a freak of nature. My doctor, who apparently didn't realize that we didn't already know the sex, neglected to declare the information. Still up in the stirrups, I'm struggling to see between the legs of the screaming creature laying on my chest. Finally, I yell above the noise..."what is it?!"
Completely unlike me, my doctor's sarcasm went right over my head when he said "it's a girl".
My doctor was an idiot.
HAPPY FOURTH BIRTHDAY, BUG!!!
Needless to say, we found out in advance that Boo was a girl. Call me jaded, because I am.