Dear Baby Doe,

The past week has been wonderful. I’m finally able to tell that your little kicks are actual kicks, and I can’t describe the feeling to know that you’re okay in there. We had an appointment for the standard ultrasound, the only one you get while you’re pregnant here in Norway, on Monday and that got me worried again. What if the kicks weren’t kicks? What if something was wrong? What if.., what if?

I’m sorry, but I can tell right now that I’m going to be a horrible overprotective mother, and I beg your pardon for that.

The ultrasound went well. You were kicking and boxing so hard that the doctor had to stop for a second every once in a while. We could count five fingers on each hand, but your toes were a little harder cause you were moving them so much. Your heart was okay, thank god, and your general development, too. Then there was the sex again. After kicking you decided to get shy, and turned your back on us. Cross-legged. So the doctor had problems saying what you are. She didn’t even want to say what she thought, but after a little bit of talking she said she would have guessed a girl. I must tell you right now that I have tried to tell your relatives that we’re not 100% sure that you’re a girl and that they shouldn’t assume that you are, but I’ve seen both pink and purple clothes, and I apologize for that if you’re a boy. I promise to get you lots of cars to play with to make it up to you.

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