O or A?

Ali refers to the baby as our little burrito. We’ve had fun with the ambiguity of not knowing whether it’s going to have boy or girl parts, but now that I am 20 weeks along it’s time to learn some more information about the child growing inside.



We learned that at 20 weeks, it’s about 12 ounces. This is a guess from the tech based on measurements and proportions from the ultrasound. Speaking of measurements, Burrito measures in at very average percentages.



This brought in a VERY interesting emotional response from me when the tech said we were average in all areas. For all of my life I have been in the top 10% percentile for everything I cared about (grades, extracurriculars, etc), mostly because I have always tried so hard. But also because I have big feet and unusual body proportions. So being way outside the group curve has become a bizarre point of pride for me (even the big feet part: “at least I am in the top 5% for my age!”) and also makes me feel exceptional.



So then, the tech is telling me my baby is not exceptional and it made me sad. Ali pointed out that this is actually a good thing, and that my body would probably not be happy with an overly large child to host for another five months. And that having a child developing right in the middle is probably the safest place to be. But part of me still died that something I produced was not top ten percent material.



Isn’t that messed up? Brains and emotions are strange sometimes.

Oh yeah, ps: IT’S A BOY! Cigars all around.

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