It probably wouldn’t be too far off the mark to call me the world’s most impatient person. I was nearing the 16 week mark in my pregnancy, and I was completely convinced that I was having a girl. If I’m being completely honest? I thought I might be a bit disappointed if my little girl was actually a little boy. Add that to the list of ‘crap Krystle has said out loud that normal people only think on the inside.’ It’s a pretty big list. And if you’ve read my little ‘about me’ blurb, you already know that I have a son. Oops?
My next ultrasound was scheduled for when I was 19 weeks and 6 days, which was clearly too long of a wait to find out the gender. I started looking into 3D ultrasounds, only to find out that UC Baby wouldn’t do them this early. That’s when my cousin mentioned a woman who did ultrasounds out of her home in Edmonton, 2.5 hours away from where I lived at the time. I know what you’re thinking. What kind of crazy person drives 2.5 hours and pays ridiculous amounts of money to find out something they would learn for free (and in their own city) weeks later? The answer? This crazy person. Let alone the fact that this lady could have been a complete psychopath (thankfully, she was rather sweet). My best friend was staying with me at the time, so I jumped into the car with her and my boyfriend and off we went.
When we finally arrived, I thought I might actually vomit from something other than nausea for the first time in months. I was vibrating with nervous excitement as she prepped her ultrasound equipment. First, she showed me baby’s face. And actually, it looked terrifying. Thankfully, my best friend has about as much of a filter as I do, and I burst out laughing when she was like “okay, that’s so creepy!” After my not-quite-hard-yet pregnant belly stopped jiggling from the laughter, the ultrasound lady manoeuvred her little wand downwards and asked me if I had a guess as to what the gender of my baby was. I stared up at the screen, and was 100% sure I was seeing little baby boy junk. She confirmed.
I felt.. elated? Holy crap! I wasn’t disappointed! I couldn’t remember ever being so happy. I was having a boy! My creepy little gremlin baby was a boy! Up to that point, that was the best moment of my entire life.
I shared the news with my family, and immediately started discussing baby boy names with my boyfriend. After countless lists and countless hours spent trying to find a name we both agreed on, I was seriously questioning my relationship. Who was this person with the awful taste in baby names? After what seemed like forever (but was probably only a few days) we narrowed it down to two names: Carter and Jackson. I pictured my little gremlin, and tried to think of what name suited him best. It turns out that exactly zero human names are well-suited to gremlins, so I did the next best thing. Carter had been my grandma’s maiden name, and I loved the thought of having some meaning behind the name I would give to my son.
Carter. My little boy’s name would be Carter.
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