The Holmes Called A [Sherlaide III]

The Sonogram [A]

Late February  

"Darling, calm down," I chuckle to my very excited husband, squeezing his hand tightly, "She said it'd only be a couple more minutes. You don't need to go ask the nurse every thirty seconds, okay?"

Sherlock, who's tapping his knee from eagerness, leans over to whisper back, "I cannot help that I am excited. This your fourteen week sonogram- you're officially in the second trimester and today we get to find out whether the baby is a girl or a boy-"

"Missus Holmes? Come on back."

Sherlock jumps to his feet and offers his hand to me. I accept it and stand up carefully for his peace of mind, then we hurry back to one of the exam rooms. I hand him my coat and purse to hold while the nurse takes my vitals and asks about any symptoms, etcetera. Thankfully the fainting, fatigue and pregnancy sickness has gone away now, so the only ones I have to report are basic soreness and muscle cramps.

After the standard blood sample is taken, we wait tentatively for Doctor Lear to come in. I sit on the edge of the exam table while Sherlock sits in the chair next to me, playing with my hand and fingers. After a couple minutes she enters with a bright smile, "Good afternoon, Holmeses. I take it that you're feeling less under the weather than your previous visit?"

"Oh, definitely. I'm feeling much better now that I'm past the first trimester."

"That's always wonderful to hear. Now, did you decide on whether or not you wanted me to tell you the gender today..?" She asks as she preps for the sonogram. 

Sherlock and I exchange glances and then he replies, "Yes, we would like to know today. Once the rest of the exam is completed, of course."

"Alright, let's get started then shall we?"

I lift up the hem of my shirt and lean back in the chair, adjusting a bit before Doctor Lear switches on the ultrasound machine and applies a dollop of cold gel to my abdomen. It makes me shiver at first, although once she presses the wand to my stomach it warms up somewhat. Sherlock scoots his chair closer to me and grasps my hand, eyes fixing on the black and gray projection. At last a grainy image comes onto the screen.

"And there they are!" She hums, moving the wand around to get a clearer picture of the baby. I smile and can sense Sherlock's elated energy. He grips my hand even tighter when she turns on the doppler and a light, fast heartbeat fills the room, "Sounding good. They're also where they should be for growth."

"Any changes on the predicted due date from this?" I ask. She shakes her head.

"No. I think you're still set for the fifth of September. Of course, keep in mind that first babies do tend to come late so that is likely not going to be your baby's birthdate."

"When should she begin to show?" Sherlock inquires a couple minutes later. Doctor Lear and I chuckle in unison and then she answers.

"You have asked me that every time we've met, Mister Holmes. There's no guaranteed time when it will happen. It's dependent upon many factors. However, I can safely say that she is already beginning to show. I predict another week and it'll be much more prominent," Sherlock opens his mouth to ask another question and she beats him to it, "You'll be able to feel the baby's movements soon enough. Sixteen weeks is normally the earliest in first pregnancies for new moms to feel the first flutters. It could take a few more weeks after that for the dad to feel them too. Don't worry about it now."

"Very well." Sherlock concedes, falling quiet again. I squeeze his hand and smile at him for a moment. He leans over and kisses me on the cheek in return.

Doctor Lear finishes up her thorough examination and once we've reached the end she asks, "Are you ready to find out the gender? Any guesses?"

"Boy." Sherlock and I chorus. She hums and moves the wand over my abdomen, getting it into position and then slides it smoothly to the proper angle. Sherlock and I aren't quite able to decipher it but she is.

And oh does she chuckle once she's given the image a twice over, "Well, Mister and Missus Holmes..."

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Sherlock asks eagerly. He's been absolutely sure that we're having a boy and I've had a similar hunch. Doctor Lear fine tunes the angle again, gets a light hearted grin and then chuckles once more.

"Congratulations, you're both wrong!"

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