Well, Richie and I just found out yesterday we’re having a boy! Now the search for names begins in earnest. I’m still having these momentary flashes when I can’t really believe any of this is happening, but with each doctor visit and with my belly starting to pooch out a bit, it’s slowly becoming more and more real. I’m happy that I don’t have to refer to the baby as ‘it’ any more. Calling it ‘he’ sounds so much more personal.
It’s funny anyway because I’d sort of been imagining a boy lately. I wouldn’t say I had a strong intuition about it, but that was just the image that came to mind. Also, and maybe this is true elsewhere, but I’ve been told here in Turkey that if you want to eat sweets when your pregnant, you’ll have a girl, but if you want sour things, it means you’ll have a boy. And I’ve been loving those lemons, as previously mentioned, and also enjoying Granny Smith apples and all that. So, maybe the old wives’ tale has some validity.
I also got to talk to the doctor a bit more about natural birth options, and I do feel better about things. She seems open to the whole thing, and it all seemed easier than I thought. I was anticipating resistance or whatnot. Anyway, we covered some basic questions, just to get the ball rolling, and I’m hoping to meet with a birth coach/doula in a few weeks and see what she has to say. Anyway, I feel a bit less worried about everything. I’ve just been hearing how natural birth seems non-existent here, so talking with the doctor was way more positive than I thought it would be.