My wife sensed my nervousness, squeezing my hand and asking if I was okay, I nodded furiously, not taking my eyes off of the screen. The fuzzy image appeared and I stared at the monitor while the tech marked and measured, holding my breath until hearing the words I needed to hear... That looks good. I saw an arm, another arm, then two legs, and some toes. How does the spine look? How's the heart? And then the moment of truth, There's no doubt that it's a boy.
We watched as he bounced around, laughing as it appeared he had come down with the hiccups. He put on a great show, kicking his feet and holding up his little fist for us to see. I would have been just fine with a girl, as all I hope for is health at this stage, but a boy is something extra special for me as I've always had a special bond with my dad. I will try my best to duplicate that with my son.
Until yesterday, I'd never felt the love that a parent has for their child, and words cannot fully explain what I experienced. Father knows little indeed, as I wasn't prepared for the foreign feeling that came over me in that room. After the ultrasound, I buzzed around the health center as I had worked myself up into a mess, pacing and unable to sit still, elated that everything was normal. Afterwards, it was time to celebrate, we went out and bought a couple of outfits for him and I didn't even complain about the shopping. But my day of first wasn't over, later that night as we lay in bed, I just happened to put my hand on my wife's stomach and I felt him kick. As faint as it was, I felt his little thrust on the palm of my hand. I jerked my head up to look at my wife. Did you feel that? she asked. Yep, I'm feeling a lot of things...
