While we were trying (and trying…and trying) to get pregnant the first time around, I dreamt of fun ways to announce my pregnancy to my husband. I was going to make him a meal full of baby themed things, like baby corn and baby carrots, and see if he caught on. Or maybe I would have taken him out for a nice dinner and announce the pregnancy through a fancy dessert that spelled out “baby on the way”. My real announcement was more of an ambush as I shoved the stick in front of his face and started crying. It was perfect and I still had baby #2 to make baby carrots for.
And then #2 became a reality, a surprising and wonderful reality because we didn’t have to get poked or prodded. There were no charts or ovulation sticks involved. I was in shock when I discovered I was pregnant and plans for those baby carrots went out the window as I ambushed my husband for the second time and shoved the stick in front of his face with tears streaming down my face. It was perfect.
As we were deciding how we wanted to find out the gender, we talked about sealing the results in an envelope and arranging a balloon release or a cake reveal. I so wish I had the patience for surprises, but I know myself better than that. Being my typical type A self, I had been studying what different genders look like on ultrasounds. As soon as the money shot was shown during the ultrasound, I screamed “It’s A GIRL”, before the tech had a chance to announce it. Logan corrected me and said, “It’s A COW”! Oh how I love that child!
We are ecstatic! I’ve loved being a boy mom and I’m just as thrilled to enter the girl world. I already have big plans for the nursery and I can’t wait to reveal them very soon. Eeeek, I’m going to have a GIRL!!!