Week 20 of pregnancy is a bit of a milestone. It is the midway point (roughly) between conception and birth and, in Ireland at least, is the point at which the major ultrasound scan of the baby takes place.

This scan checks that the baby is developing normally and involves to-the-millimeter measurements of the baby’s head, body and limbs. The doctor also checks all the vital organs and even the mouth area for anything that might signal something to be concerned about.

We had our 20 week scan on Number Three the other day and even though I’d been at the same scan for the two boys this one was pretty special. We went in a bit giddy as MBW had convinced herself that this one was a girl on the basis of her lengthy and detailed “scientific analysis” of the twelve week scan.

The female doc noticed the giddyness and, probably because she is used to most people being (more appropriately) nervous and quiet decided to humour us. I think she figured out within the first 20 seconds what the gender was but decided to tease us a little by waiting till the end before going in for what she called a  “good look”.

It was great. She showed us all the different features of the baby. Its heart beat of course, its kidneys, its stomach, its hands and feet and even its face. At one point it held its little hand up to its face as if it was waving and saying “Hi Mum and Dad.”

It is amazing the detail that can be seen at this early stage and with technology that has been around for quite some time. This one is NOT our scan but is a nice example I found on YouTube that shows how much detail there is (I wasn’t clever enough to think about videoing our one):

Once our doc is finished reviewing all the important stuff she then turns her attention to the little mite’s nether region. Our’s of course decides not to be obliging and in the words of the doc “there you go little one, keeping your legs closed on us” to which I cannot help but respond “that’s a good sign for the future”. I know, I know. Put it down to a combination of giddyness and nervousness.

Personally I’m pretending to myself that I’m not bothered either way whether it is a boy or girl. Another boy would be great; more of the same brilliant madness in the house. A girl would be great also; we could do with a bit of pink in the house and I’d look forward to the different dynamic. When MBW announces mid-scan based on something she’s seen that “it’s a boy”, I realise that I am actually a little disappointed and would really like a girl this time.

I’m not sure what MBW was seeing but the doc says nothing and after another 30 seconds or so that seem like hours she announces, “Well, I’m 95% sure, and that’s better than you’ll get from Paddy Power, it’s a…

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girl!”

So it looks as if there’s going to be a bit more pink in the Hughes house this summer 🙂