I will start off by saying, this may be the longest post. I normally like to limit myself in order to keep your attention and not take up too much of your day – however, I just cannot contain my excitement over our Gender Reveal to ya'll. If you follow my Pinterest account, it has probably been really easy to tell, but it's a...
B O Y ! !
We are beyond excited and cannot wait to meet our little guy. Even though I had a feeling that the baby was a little boy all along, there is still that unknown that made me second guess everything. Even up until the day before, I stood in Old Navy and stared at a little pink winter jacket and a little blue winter jacket. I bought the pink one. Why? Because I just knew that even though I thought my baby was a boy, the world was probably going to throw a curve ball at me. Back to Old Navy I go to exchange the coat...
As for a Gender Reveal party, we did not have one. I thought long and hard about this, with several of my friends just begging to throw me one and join into the fun. However with our anticipated trip to Mexico and a marriage conference in a week, there was really no "good" time. To me, it seemed like more work and wait to have a Gender Reveal party than to just make it in between us and the sonographer.
Honestly, it was awesome and such an intimate moment in between Duston and I. Parts of me is still bummed that we didn't get to have a Gender Reveal party, especially since we never made it to Mexico this past weekend for my "perfect" Gender Reveal photo; however, we were present in the moment with each other... and present is way more important than perfect.
I spent a good part of my weekend last week searching the internet for the next "perfect" photo to share with you all. I wanted it to be special. I was upset that all I had was snow instead of the sand I was planning on.
Then Duston brought me back down to Earth. It was special. We got to have our moment during the ultrasound. We got to spend the whole weekend home together laboring on our baby boy's room preparing for him to enter the world. We had four full days of uninterrupted time together compared to two full days on a plane and two more days worried about Mexican water, uncooked food, and mosquito viruses.
But now, bring on the boy things. Maybe not the mud or the dirt... but I'll take everything else!
