It’s a Boy!
Well, it’s a fetus actually, but it sure appears to be a male fetus. Nineteen weeks and five days (using the 40-week OB-GYN method. I would place the the actual gestational age (since conception) at seventeen weeks and three to six days. Trust me on this one. I was there and I know.
The baby’s face looks more like my Rottweiler puppy than me, but the Rottweiler was born on March 14, 2007, so I think that pretty much rules out Thumper as being the sire.
Here’s another peek at his face, and ou can see the nostrils forming, the mouth slightly open.
This view shows a fetal heartbeat of 162 beats a minute, which the doctor said was normal and healthy.
The doctor said this was a penis and I’ll just have to take his word on that. I’ve seen my share of penises in my life and the resemblance is not significant to me. My attorney, Joe Pallugna, says that one one of his children the ultrasound indicated a boy and it ended up a girl, and that on a second child it indicated a girl and it ended up a boy. So the boy ended up in a pink nursery and the girl in a blue one. C’est la vie.
As for myself, I have always wanted a little girl. This just means we’ll keep having kids until we eventually have a girl. If it had been a girl, we’d have keep having kids until we had a boy, too.
However, a boy is very important to me and my family. My parents had three children. The eldest, my brother Donald Robert Turner, myself, and the youngest, my sister, Elisabeth Lynn Turner, now married as Liz Bookout.
The due date is January 7, 2008, plus or minus a week. My mother’s birthday is January 7th. Her sister, my Aunt Jane, was born January 8th. If the the baby were a girl and not delivered naturally by January 7th we probably would have C-sectioned on the 7th and Christened the baby Nancy Rainy Turner, after my mother. I have joked that even if it is a boy and he is born on January 7th we will still name him Nancy. In the style of Johnny Cash’s “A Boy Named Sue”.
But right now I’m thinking off naming him Horace O’Donald Turner III, after my father and brother (my brother was originally Horace O’Donald Turner, Junior, but changed his name at about ten years of age).
My brother married a woman who had cervical cancer, but he loved her even knowing she would never bear him a child. My brother has adopted at least two children. My sister has had only one girl and at 44 years of age now, I doubt she’ll have another.
Despite two previous marriages and sowing a lot of wild seed, this will be my first child. I am so proud to have a boy I cried all the way back from the hospital. I think Marissa thought I was crying because I had told her I had hoped for a girl. And while I do want a girl, everyone else was rooting for a boy, so someone had to place a bet on the girl option, and that was me. There was going to be a winner, boy or girl.
My father had three brothers, who he spoke little about. One died on D-Day, in Normandy, one died in the Asian theater of WWII, and one died in Korea. As far as I know, none of them had sons. So, this will be the first Turner boy of my family to carry on the name, and of that I am very proud.
My brother knows a lot more about the family genealogy than anyone, so I hope he’ll advise me on the detail. There’s going to be another Donny, Don, bro.
August 17th, 2007 at 8:33 am
You never know about me. I am not barren.